The madness again takes hold of me,
arousing scintillating sensations to feel,
far away, I see a glow,
scores of wings, dipping low,
winged creatures, ruling the skies,
the earth echoes with their cries.

And then, from within the darkened sun,
come a score of demons on the run,
followed by the beast, gigantus,
and on his back is the beast himself,
born to the demon, execantus,
holding a torch, of infernal flame,
covering all with the light of shame,
making a vow, of events to come,
with rewards for a few, and destruction for some,
confining man to infernal subjugation,
watching from afar, the slavery of a nation
he laughs with mirth, he cackles for joy,
and lays the foundations, for his subtle ploy,
to trap mankind, and have his revenge,
slavery of years, and death to avenge
and he laughs aloud, he laughs for joy,
on seeing his foes, run and hide,
he hunts them down with considerable pride,
blinding their sight, with pungent fogs,
he chases them, like a pack of dogs
letting them neither rest nor sleep,
he draws his weapon, and plunges it deep.

My enemies are vanquished the ground is red,
the time has come to lie on my bed,
and sleep forever, in everlasting peace,
the sheep are naked, robbed of their fleece.