Rage and bloodlust fill my head,
Sharp [bad word] nails’re in my bed,
My eyes of violet and brain of [bad word] 
I’m gonna hunt on human meat,
To kill the light and eat the night,
Hate, evil, poison, battle sight.

My father’s slave of Mr. Hyde
In satan’s bed he spent the night,
My wife is [bad word] of holy priest,
She’s cleanest angel, dirty beast.
And now I’m toy in devil’s hand
‘Cos I’m conductor of jazz band.

I want to taste the bitter’s tears,
This sign of distress, flag of grief.
The heart attack striked Mr. Hyde,
My father killed the [bad word] ( my wife ),
The priest were drowned with Titanic,
Faust turned my father to a bull.

Faust was burned by Ku—Klux—Klan,
Strong matador slaughtered mad bull,
To take Madrid – the fascist plan,
They killed torero and made him cool,
These events made me sick and mad,
I’m laying on nails in a Bedlam’s bed.

I made my jailbreak from the cage,
But hunter killed me with the rage.
Straight in my heart a peace of silver,
My body was eaten by the dog of killer,
Behind the wall of death, behind the wall of life
Full Moon is shining in the sky.