"I give you my hands to your work   I give you my eyes to see as you do   I give you my tongue   To speak your words   I give you my mind   That you may think in me..."   But it is not the face of Leviathan   Staring back from the mirror   Elusive serpent with eyes of the dawn   Is it not Luciferi that kisses   The tips of her fingers   Shining one among stones of fire   It is not the whisper from Belial   I shall exercise my right to be hateful   Cleanse the tired mind   Protect this fragile mind   For it falls upon me   To break the seventh seal   To break the seventh seal   "I give you my hands   To do your work   I give you my mind   That you may think in me..."