"Satan, maelstrom of malevolence, thine is this kingdom of sin Glorious is the sceptre of your dominion
We descend into deepest dark matter, (And) pulsate with the severity of Abyss
Father Satan there is no chain nor desert able to contain thee Thy fierce stare sees all truths and lies; nothing escapes thy sight Thy triumph in the Garden of Eden became thy greatest gift unto mankind
We eagerly eat the fruit of your wisdom, (And) satiate our souls with the virtues of your being
We adorn ourselves in the black visage of your carnality In your wisdom our souls have become enfumed for all eternity Reveal to us the pathway of redemption littered with the bodies of heavenly hosts
Great Satan, father of sin, we burn within thy clandestine blaze You whose word spreads as a plague You who wears the crown of black flame We humble ourselves before your ability to destroy in thine own image We feed upon the tears thy desolation ceaselessly reaps We align ourselves to your power We revel in the eternal fire Our souls we give unto you to consume and emit from your being as flies from lust's womb
Are not the sins of man truly without number? Is not the glory of man attributed unto the virtues of sin? Let us slither further into this denseness under the dawning of the sun of Satan Here beneath the luminous boil in the grey air yearning for what radiates from him in contamination Oh manifestation of the Most High, embrace us - the fractals of your own vanity."