As a wolf-faced ghost I've been running From those deadlights by which I was born And condemned to walk Amongst skyscraping tombstones I grew a child of catacombs Amplified by a different kind of nature Which is that, of human fear They do guess about it's existence But refusing all the proof Prefer to believe in fairytales about God'n'Satan A will of hunter appearing into me Eradicate principles of mortals in my flesh And I return not to give a peace But to judge and punish them with my sword As a fatal stamm infiltrates the cell with no immunity As a savage murderer enters the sleeping house I'll come and make sores of warfare reality I would hear the cries of innocent I would hear the prayers of desperate And would laugh, for I know there's no heaven or hell I was a witness to the death of Avel I know where Jesus has been crucified And thus I envy the claymen So easily shattered by my scythe Yet I'm tied in chains of life eternal Murder is my only pleasure and my only aim So I have been killing Cause murder is a privilege of highest Is privilege of mine Thus I'm the supreme being