From whence thou camest, I knoweth not;
And wherefore thou didst, Knoweth not I;
For mine countenence thou darken
Thine eye is full of rot

Thus, from hence forth
Thine fate is determined;
Thou shalt hangeth from yon tree
Thou art not welcome

Rubbish and twisted
Art thine view
One more day thou shalt not stay
Erased from thine existence 
Shalt thou soon be
For Lucifer himself dwelleth in ye