Besiege me not for what I am
A man with intent in the Devil's den
For I know not what to believe
Yet mad I am not in trust I deceive
Radical alterations in my temper
Grows worse day by day
I will offer you extreme opposition

Savage curtain closes in on you
But I do grieve the evident
Behind this illusion

The fury of demons possessing me
My fiendish corruption will fill my need
Every reason to fulfill my deed.
Have we not a perpetual inclination
To violate that witch is law merely
Because we know it is to be?

Savage curtain closes in on you
But I do grieve the evident
Behind this illusion

Savage curtain closes in on you
But I do grieve the evident
Behind this illusion