When my eyes
Turned to black hatred
My wings spread
To fly endlessly
To be taken with me
Sect the celestial sphere with the angels
I am the Lord of Lords
I am the Devil's maestro
Saint Nosferatus
I am the assassin of Ichor
The shadow of a certain owl
The supreme control of the Devil
A disease hidden in the little sky
I am all creatures< br/>To dry up the saints, to dry up religion