[J Nordavind '94]
Whipped and pierced,
you disbehave
Underneath the whip
to soothe the beast
Burn a candle from my soul,
for I will never do the same
Cause I see beauty in another things
and that is light is the wilderness alone
Kneel before me
and shine my shoes
I give you much
but you want more
I am the long arm of unforgivingness
Beholder of all chains
This tool of great destruction
This life of feces and filth
Pick up your teeth with broken fingers
Lick the blood of your cracked lips
The colour purple seems to fit you
Bow down