I shall be the last among thee Great in power Thus call'st me almighty In not be first archangel "We would like to see most of the human race killed off Because it is unworthy, it is unworthy of the gift of live" Been haunted be the paws of fear And felt

Now that I have found you I must hang around you 'Tho you may refuse You will never lose me If the human race is Full of happy faces It's because they all love That wonderous thing, they call love He loves and she loves