Shielded soft, the visions I too, the vision Mother Mary, the prick the needle sown to thread, the visions worn crop my eye the left to lend. I will the demon flighting foe, I burn his hell in all paritions the flight to grow. You will never see my flight coming seam, your soul, this torturous house, I will burn your soul to eternity the lesson your demon loft, my hands I will sow. And in hell you will burn in eternal damnation for the needle prick this torturous dungeon, you will meet.