Open the arcane Wisdom of thy design Black God And thy might of inquiry An earthly truth I seek For knowledge is placed within The self of flesh and bone Invocation is of the past
For what the world holds to be just and pure Are only created among unwise men I speak the truth, the words of the rational These are the words of Satan Liberty chants the scriptures of Satan
I see idols of human creation None that contain celestial powers Ironic that people fear divine nature An aura not of this world Yet created here
None shall be suppressed By the rules of tradition and dogma That has no truth Or validity Possessed and entwined with secrets Knowledge of the truth Blind from all A field for sheep
Man must destroy the ones of the church All symbols, text, and flesh shall burn Divine nothingness; blaspheme the one on the cross An aura of deceit, grime, and corruption History shall be made Forever shall I invert the right-hand path ways
I question all creations and teachings From God An earthly presence without existence I chant the scriptures of Satan Liberty chants the scriptures of Satan