Their paralysis governs my dementia Yet my own hunger dictates my dimensions Hands that cloak pleasure within an illusion of sin, The torch of might they've held so high Reanimate the Wicked The hysterical, divine, imagined music of the spheres Now poison the Earth with deafening noise To the stars, the sea, the sky.. This torch they've held so high Reanimate the Wicked Cast astray To betray those with no strength to lance the boil