The lavishness of life is my The souls of all souls lie Nobody touches them but me I burn myself in the coldness He hates and tortures me, But i am silent and mock him I hurl leprosy, pest and smallpox
These are my last thoughts These are my last thoughts These are my last thoughts These are my last thoughts
I behold the names of his holiness Because i grind them between my jaws The power of the pentagram I am the master of the triangle Be careful and warned because As the call of his holiness But they will be nothing more
These are my last thoughts These are my last thoughts These are my last thoughts These are my last thoughts
These are my last thoughts These are my last thoughts These are my last thoughts These are my last thoughts