The piercing rays will melt my skin
Instead draw the curtain, thus
Give me shelter, dawn to dusk
Hidden in the folds of night
Summoned creatures of blistering blight
My will, 'ere follow to the end
With no dissent, yet no content
The end is near, belies a start
My throne I claim when God departs
As gleeting as my reign may be
My evil spans for all to see
The fiery hell shall meet the skies
And burn away the martyrs' cries
I laugh my last before the day
God returns to cast me away --
