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!