My icon is the pentagram 
The warmth from me 
Are pleasures of the flesh 
I fill you with ecstasy 
My nature is that of excess 
Let me out of the circle 
And I will burn you 

I will burn you! 

My icon is the cross of Peter 
I turn the aeons 
I destroy dead dogmas 
And create the paradigms 
Of the new order 
Of the new order! 
Of the new order! 

I sparkle with vitality and force 
Why, 
Fools of fear 
Do you want me to burn inside the dead? 

Hahahahahaha!