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 silend 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
  
   I behold the names of his holiness
   Because I grind them between jaws
   And cut them out of 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 heed 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
  
   I am the master of all forms
   All forms arise from me
   I am the form of all forms
  
   These are my last words
   These are my last thoughts
   My last way