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!