From the recording The Haunting of Mary Shelley


All men hate the wretched How then must I be hated Your actions have wronged me I must have revenge I am miserable beyond all living things Make me happy I shall again be virtuous Rage inside Terror outside What flows out must pour back in Oscillation of awful pain I will be with you on your wedding night I will glut myself on your shrieks I will revel in your misery I bear a hell within me I will loose it all upon you Sick impotence of despair Cannot lead to calm inaction You will learn to dread misfortune You will learn the agony I will work at your destruction I will desolate your heart The death knell shall be rung Each toll a stake into your heart