| 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 way |