I hope that it rains on your wedding day
And that all of the clouds in your sky are Grey.

I hope that what you beg to borrow
Is bent double, broken in sorrow.

I hope that your face is forever blue
Strangled by terrors old and anew.

I hope the promises you speak
Turn to ashes on your tongue.
And that your days are spent in darkness
Exiled from the sun.

This isn't strictly speaking true.
What we loved once we shall love forever too.
Hatred is a passing wind across the sea
What ever river you sail
I hope that you sail at peace