I stand upon the brink of a precipice
And peer into the abyss
I grow sick and dizzy
But unaccountably I remain
And by slow degrees
We remain

I am
I am a shadow of the human soul
You shall fail
I shall prevail
I am the imp of the perverse

I
Act for the reason that I should not
I am unreason
I am chaos
I am the imp of the perverse

No man
No living man
No living man has not been tormented
By the desire to tantalize and displease

We glow
We are consumed by anticipation and obsession
Our souls are on fire
We are on fire

I am
I am the shadow of the human soul
You shall fail
I shall prevail
I am the imp of the perverse

I
Act for the reason that I should not
I am unreason
I am chaos
I am the imp of the perverse

Prima mobilia
We saw no need for this propensity
The imp of the perverse

Could not perceive
It’s necessity
Can’t understand
This perversity
The imp of the perverse

A blazing need to see you bleed
A flame of hate wish you to suffocate

Horror
Merge into a cloud
A shape
Far more terrible
Than any demon of a tale

A blazing need to see you bleed
A flame of hate wish you to suffocate

Wish
From impulse to wish
A wish to desire
Longing
Desire to longing
Longing is indulged

Horror
Horror merge into a cloud
Shape
Far more terrible
Than any demon of a tale

I am
I am a shadow of the human soul
You shall fail
I shall prevail
I am the imp of the perverse

I
Act for the reason that I should not
I am unreason
I am chaos
I am the imp of the perverse

I am
I am the shadow of the human soul
You shall fail
I shall prevail
I am the imp of the perverse