I've never heard
Your screaming in the night;
I've never learned,
I've never learned to die.

My blood is cold
Like northern wind of death;
I am your Lord,
You are my slave without faith.

I punish you,
You don't obey.
I'll kill the truth
So you will have to stay.

{You, you, you're my slave;
 You must dig your grave;
 You, you can't be brave,
 'Cause you're just my slave.}

I know you hate,
You hate me more than life;
But now too late
To kill me, so you cry.

Your blood's so sweet
Like love of virgin girl.
So you must bleed.
And I will kiss your dead gold curls.