Oh distraught king of the moors Your true love betrayed Torn apart by blatant greed You conspire your revenge. Oh sorrowful queen of the moors Your true love betrayed His bitter heart lost to another Your desire for life has ceased. Sweet master of her soul Her last breath taken in your arms. Sweet mistress of his soul Your wild heart has finally come to rest. Tormented master of Wuthering Heights Eternally haunted by love’s cruel wrath Her lament beckoning you to her Your tortured soul is forever free.