Famine and feast are here, at your service.

The Mark of the Beast is making me nervous.

The eye of the storm has grown sullen and quiet

While out in the street, all the lunatics riot.

Lightning and thunder resound through the night.

I wander. I wonder. I shake at the sight.

The Mark of the Beast will lead us to violence.

The spectre's released, now, and stalking in silence.

The mob seems to swell. All the faces look younger.

The Demons of Hell are out, raging with hunger.

The Compact is forged. Yes, the bargain is sealed.

The Goat from the woods with his pipes that bring panic

Now kneels as his master, aloof and Satanic,

Draws nearer, now looming above all the throng.

His evil laugh booming. So twisted. So strong.

The Beast is incarnate. The Juggernaut rolls.

To make the acquaintance of all the damned souls.