Not to be trifled with

Take the gold from my hand
and I'll repay you with hate
pull the carpet on which i stand
and to fall will be your fate

kiss the girl for which i love
and I'll dream to make you hurt
take me from my heaven above
and I'll pull you up by your shirt

turn me from a man to slave
and I'll enslave you very will
turn me into a man not brave
and your bravery i will kill

turn me away from my home land
and I'll bury you underground
turn the skys under which i stand
and it will rain all around