Since dawn of time the fate of man is that of lice.
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,
To masses standing in awe.
He will ascend to the heavens
Above the stars of god.
Hail Satan, Archangelo.
Now there is nothing between us,
From now our merge is eternal.
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