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!