I have a burden of pure vengeance. That I was damned with from my birth. And it will the force that drives me. Until the day I quit this earth. You live by treachery and violence. And they will crush you in return. Your destruction is my pleasure. Your spite the fire in which you burn. I'm the true son of our father. And I am lord of Wuthering Heights. Burn in hell you filthy gypsy. Share the fate of parasites. I did not love you Isabella. You were the means to other ends. I always knew our ailing offspring. Would never pay me dividends. I used to long for you to kill me. But now I wish you death instead. I gave you all this woman could do. I was raped abandoned all feelings dead. Spineless Edgar feeble Edgar. Catherine wanted only me. I was constant I was tender. All that you could never be. There's a time for absolution. There's a time for true regret. I knew the envy of a family. Which was so easy to destroy. But oh my Cathy not so easy. To be the one you could enjoy. I cannot rest in peace without you. And you could never comprehend. My cold and angry isolation. I wait for you brother lover friend. Death it beckons sister lover. All I see is your sweet face. Whether man or whether devil. Still the love I can't replace. There is a time for absolution. There is a time for true regret. There is a time to beg forgiveness. But the time is here not yet. I curse the God or man that made me. I curse the life I had to lead. I curse the years ahead without her. I curse my hunger I curse my need