Falling into a nocturnal vacuum, I call for Satan, the
key holder
for his world I shall enter
My call is answered
By
force am I taken to realms, darker than death,
to witness the evil glory I have travelled to see
Many are the appearing shapes
of Satan
Unfolding in utter grotesque horror
The air is frozen
I can hear the hateful rumbling and pounding in the
deep
I
can see flickering spectres, silhouettes blistering with-
electric coldness
I breathe spears
unleashing a pulsating storm of
steel
Sulphur floats in my veins
My eyes burn with fury
Carbonised into my heart
Far away, a wast bastard cross manifests
in
the air
How dare it shine so clear
here in these hellish realms?
Oh, did I not know of the impurity...
As the
blasphemy becomes unbearable
I behold thousands of claws gripping the
golden cross from behind
Soon demons crawl like furious
ants all over
the profaned shape
Screaming in unearthly rage and insanity
The symbol of Nazarene us thirb asunder
dripping
with slime and rot
I shiver in cruel ecstasy
and laugh the madman's laughter
returning now
with diabolical
strength
and a vicious grin in the face