From within the wounds of my mind Arises the thunder called I The stars are but thistles in the sky I was conceived of a jackal Your pain is but a splinter on the cross child Thy will be done For this is the Sanhedrin of the Sabbath I will be so powerful No need to take on a form Casting spells upon the weak No need to believe Speak the words out loud A manifest of space and time A manifest of life My Satan dances with his devil He is my human bloodhound Deeply attracted by the scent of my darkness