The nightmare      I have a burden of pure vengeance   That I was damned with from my birth   And it will the force that drives me   Until the day I quit this earth      You live by treachery and violence   And they will crush you in return    Your destruction is my pleasure   Your spite the fire in which you burn      I'm the true son of our father   And I am lord of Wuthering Heights   Burn in hell, you filthy gypsy   Share the fate of parasites      I did not love you Isabella   You were the means to other ends   I always knew our ailing offspring   Would never pay me dividends      I used to long for you to kill me    But now I wish you death instead   I gave you all this woman could do   I was raped, abandoned, all feelings dead      Spineless Edgar, feeble Edgar   Catherine wanted only me      I was constant, I was tender   All that you could never be      There's a time for absolution   There's a time for true regret      I knew the envy of a family   Which was so easy to destroy   But oh my Cathy not so easy   To be the one you could enjoy      I cannot rest in peace without you   And you could never comprehend    My cold and angry isolation   I wait for you brother, lover, friend      Death it beckons, sister, lover   All I see is your sweet face      Whether man or whether devil   Still the love I can't replace      There is a time for absolution   There is a time for true regret   There is a time to beg forgiveness   But the time is here not yet      I curse the God or man that made me   I curse the life I had to lead   I curse the years ahead without her   I curse my hunger, I curse my need