Psalms of terror, the altered verses of the holy
Evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the human's high estate

Vast forms, that move absurdly to a discordant melody

While, like a ghastly threat through pale skins,
A hideous tumour rush out & laugh But smile no more

Till secrecy shall knowledge be in the confines of Hell

See the horns,
Shake from your burden
Each hindering thing
Manifesting the raging beast

For what can awaken the beast so soon,
Whose sleep hath been taken beneath the cold moon,
As the spell which winds of witchery may cast,
The rhythmical number "666" will exhort him to rise!

See the horns,
Shake from your burden each hindering thing
Leave them apart,
Manifesting the raging beast

See the horns,
Your burden
Each Hindering Thing
Leave
Apart
Manifesting
The
Raging
Beast