Every time I see You talking monkeys
I vomit! And think about blood (and)

Wrath! Death! Destruction!

Don't try understand. You'll be dead!
It's only My fancy- At all
So kneel down pray and cry!
Maybe Your god will be mercyful
As long as I feel hate the only thing you can do
Is to wait for:

Wrath! Death! Destruction!

On this side I am The One who can fly with Your Soul!
Blood, blood, blood around! Insane dancer with a knife!
Amok Deamons and bizzare! Bizarre!!
Szatan!!!
I belong to My Deamon!
Come on!! lets go to Hell!!
Shatanas!!