Glory and praise to you, o Satan, in the heights
Of heaven where you reigned and in the depths
Of hell where vanquished you dream in silence!
Grant that my soul may someday repose near to you
Under the Tree of Knowledge (Baudelaire)
Oh light, you enchant the mortals
In your dreams
You give false joy
And lift the souls from being real.
No past here, no future,
Hell without ever looking back
No light, no burning lies
I walk through this hell
Oh light, I disobey you
I deny your golden laws to
Descent into the deep throat
Of darkness to find my roots
Oh light, I deny you,
I disobey your reign of lies
Despied for my black soul
Far away from the reign of God.
We are The Ones
That have the courage
To descent into the abyss of your abscense
No past here, no future,
Hell without ever looking back
No light, no burning lies
I walk through this hell
Oh light, I disobey you
I deny your golden laws to
Descent into the deep throat
Of darkness to find my roots
Oh light, I deny you
I disobey your reign of lies
Despied for my black soul,
Far away from the reign of God.
