Out of the dark that covers you

Black as the pit from pole to pole

Whatever wickedness I do

I am the mistress of your soul.

Ask not for worship or romance

And neither shout nor cry aloud

Under my dominance, perchance

You may be tethered, bruised and cowed.

Beyond this place of pain and tears

Looms loneliness of love betrayed

So with the passing of the years

My mastery finds you much afraid.

It matters not how long you wait

How charged with punishments my scroll

I am the mistress of your fate

I am the captain of your soul.