As soon as I seem to recover from the throes of a sickness It hits me again with the most horrible pain I can feel it coming back But I wish that was not what I fear
Drifting towards completion Of this hideous fiction I can feel it coming back Unmistakeable devildom
I would die To be the god's right hand man Or the devil's favourite demon There must be not so much pain in hell
The crucial moment of doom is near And my perceptions refuse to fear the end
It goes on and on For the last time till the end, very end When the life meets death When the skies turn dark for me When the sickness sets me free