Since dawn of time the fate of men is that of lice, Equal as parasites and moving without eyes. A day of reckoning when Venice is to burn, Count down together now and say the words that you heard
CHORUS: Hail Satan, arcangelo Hail Satan, welcome Year Zero
Crestfallen, kings and queens comforting iller faith, Unbeknownst to them is the presence of the wraith Since fate of men is equal to the fate of lice, As new dawn rises you shall recognize now Behold the lord of flies
CHORUS
He will tremble the nations, Kingdoms to fall one by one Victim to fall for temptations, A daughter to fall for a son. The ancient serpent deceiver, The masses standing in awe. He will ascend to the heavens, Above the stars of God.