Tempered

I

Bide my time, I shall
Become as a winter freeze
To chill the dread ones

II

Bide my time, I shall
Sharpen my hate with white fire
To burn away sin

III

Bide my time, I shall
Temper my wrath into steel
To cleave their rank flesh

IV

Bide my time, I must
Bury my disgust inside
To exhume enraged

V

Bide my time, I must
Break them all with glee and lust
Piece them apart soon