Lingua Ignota
BUTCHER
May your foes be many
May your days be few
May another steal
Steal what you stole
Steal what you stole

You would not give blessing
May it be far from you
But you loved to curse
Let curses come
Let curses come

In return for my love
He strikes me down
Even as I make prayer for him
So he rewards me
Evil for good
Evil for good

May your own shame hang you
May dishonor drown you
May there be no kindness
No kindness
No kindness

May there be no kindnеss
No kindness
No kindness