The lavishness of life is my Decision The souls of all souls lie Securely in my hand A life is my servant and Nobody touches them but me I burn myself in the coldness Of the wind He hates and tortures me, Betrays himself But i am silent and mock him In spite of pursuit I hurl leprosy, pest and smallpox At him
These are my last words These are my last thoughts My last way These are my last words These are my last thoughts My last way These are my last words These are my last thoughts My last way These are my last words These are my last thoughts My last way
I behold the names of his holiness Because i grind them between my jaws And cut them out my body The power of the pentagram Does not frighten me I am the master of the triangle Be careful and warned because I will not outwit him I will spew words and You will need them As the call of his holiness But they will be nothing more Than one of my farces
These are my last words These are my last thoughts My last way These are my last words These are my last thoughts My last way These are my last words These are my last thoughts My last way These are my last words These are my last thoughts My last way
I am the master of all forms All forms arise form me I am the form of all forms
These are my last words These are my last thoughts My last way These are my last words These are my last thoughts My last way These are my last words These are my last thoughts My last way These are my last words These are my last thoughts My last wayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
