Hear my words oh Tristess
Queen of the dark
There's no relief only distress
As the dogs of doom start to bark

Your grip is so cold but you my queen
Let the whole world burn
When I look into your eyes
I see the abyss of no return

I've torn all the pictures down
Of children under your arm
Their blood drips all over your gown
Although you promised to do no harm

Your grip is so cold but you my queen...

These aren't tears that I cry
My mistress I do not weep
Mercy's bane hides in your eyes
Oh Tristess you don't let me sleep

My soul burns but it's your rage
Oh no, it's not fire
Torment beyond the end of my age
Long after the funeral pyre