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.
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