Those who seek for Him and becon His name from the deepest of Hell Don't actually sense that his presence draws near
The tools of trade ancient ways and means of it Strenght behind the material supremacy is close to the infernal one Not for the virtues of good but the malice of will of man
One deed in benevolence Crushed by a thousand sinister acts of crime
And through the scars of selfmutilation I taste but a small fracture of mankind's pain Those pityful still preaching of love in this world Even a laugh is too much to spare for them This realm is quite an echo of the Bible's Hell, Realm filled with suffering and death Admire that magnificence of thousand cuts and thousand ends of life
One deed in benevolence Crushed by a thousand sinister acts of crime
As pain and welth in material are those to conquer Indeed I realize the powers of Satan are overwhelming