I'm the thorn nailed in thy forehead The nail that crosses thy feet and hands The whip that lashes thy soul The lance that impales thy entrails
I'm the king, the master Of all my possessions I'm the server, the slave Of my sublime dominions I'm the guardian of the door Which hides paradise I'm the last warrior The one who looks to shelter my black soul
I'm the lord of the lords, I'm the decay of thy gods
I'm the storm that shakes the scarecrow The logic that moves a puppet I'm the truth that fondles life The lie that fondles death
I'm the fire where thy hopes burn The air that shatter thy desires The sea where thy faith drown The earth raped by thy god I'm the wolf that wanders by the deep forest And lets flow his primitives instincts The lamb that awaits unconscious the ritual And buries and scorns his existence The heaven, where faith is corrupted And thy almighty god die The hell, where abstinence is enthroned And indulgence is buried