my icon is the pentagram the warmth from me are pleasures of the flesh i fill you with ecstasy my nature is that of excess let me out of the circle and i will burn you i will burn you my icon is the cross of peter i turn the aeons i destroy dead dogmas and create the paradigms of the new order of the new order of the new order i sparkle with vitality and force why fools of fear do you want me to burn inside the dead 