Conceived within the womb of hate
He's carefully set up our fates
Don't you realise, it just too late!
Love or blood alone will compensate

Can you see those eyes of fire?
Peering through Apollo's lyre
Can you hear that echoing liar?
Whispering back with such desire

Will no one sing his lament?
A heavenly voice with a face that Hell sent
Shunned by all until he got sick
Not angel, genius or phantom: but Erik!