Lestat Musical - After all this time

What taste is this, upon my lips? A taste so sweet, what can it be?
What is this scent upon the air that fills my lungs and comforst me?
And whispers low. How does it feel to savour of such just revenge?
To smell the fragrancy of loss, and drunkenly inhale his pain?
Oh, can it be your countenance is stripped of all its dash and dare?
And what of your bold confidence? Could it have drowned in your despair?

And after all this time, I'll wash my hands of your charade.
And celebrate your fall from grace, preserve that sad-look on your face.
And praise what God might manifest himself to beings, such as us.
For vengeance, that at last is mine, comes sweetly after all this time!

If you'll allow me to recall how my requests were swept aside,
and every instance I beseeched you, I was shut out and denied
You shattered what I once conceived from the moment you arrived.
And now you wonder why I gloat here, reveling in your grand demise!
You're arrogant, beyond contempt! You beg to share my precious blood.
I'd no sooner you in my veins than to see you with the ones you love!

And after all this time, I'll wash my hands of your charade.
And celebrate your fall from grace, preserve that sad-look on your face.
And praise what God might manifest himself to beings, such as us.
For vengeance, that at last is mine, comes sweetly after all this time!