Hell To Your Doorstep Frank Wildhorn and Jack Murphy (Ft. Thomas Borchert)

[Edmond]
The world is a place
where the villains wear a smile on their face
While they take what you can never replace
Stolen moments gone forever

But tables can turn
As my enemies will soon enough learn
I will strike a match and then watch them burn
On the pyre of obsession

You run 'till you drop, chasing an advantage
You'll pay any price if you think it's free

I will carry hell to your doorstep; I will make you pay
You will reap the hate you've sown on my judgment day
Sleepless nights and days of damnation
Soon and evermore
I will bring the Chateau D'If knocking upon your door

And love is a lie swearing that no matter what it won't die
Disappearing like a star in the sky
In the hot light of morning

But what do I care?
There are women to be had everywhere
First there's retribution I must prepare
Mighty vengeance is mine