Subjugated to the laws of man Of progenitor, of spouse, and of Lord Torn from my own choice And sold to the lord of the land, My own choice was to wither and die Alone and with sorrow! Stirred from death Mouth full of maggots and mud! Set on violence Break and destroy! First fell swiftly Too many moons! Second Too many vices! Third Where my life slipped out Burnt to ash and the ground Hell hath no fury! May they all wither! Hearthstone of Hell, be thy pillow! There will be no luck until these fires burn! There will be no luck until these fires burn!