To be the master of all...
Pour hot wax into the mold
Blow on the wick until it's cold
Wax statues in the shape of your friends
Now burn them at both ends
Yes, burn them at both ends
Hold me high on a crystalline slate
Peering through, it distorts the shape
You hear the sounds of wedding bells
So dance through the mouth of hell
Dance through the mouth of hell
So on, on, searching I go
For a resting place for my wayward soul
Jealousy of all who live
For this, my soul I will give
I'll be the master of all
The highest of powers shall heed my call
The oracle shall be my trial
Yet I'm the slave all the while
The master of the vile
Controlling the heathen things
The Witches of lore
They swarm to my song
For my will they war
Left behind my morals that day
When for this, my soul I gave away
I cannot be beat, I'll taste no defeat
And you'll all bow at my feet
No, no, her words are not true
Who in the hell have I used?
The souls of my comrades, died in vain
Now fuel my puppet's frame
And sadness is all that remains
The rage and anger, sadness supreme
All let out in a primal scream
Thrown to the ground in a fit of denial
So falls the master of the vile
So throw my corpse on the pile