I seek not the answer for now, true times will show the rising dominance From the fading light of your ongoing feast you shall behold the real Satanic wounds, satanic flesh You are all victims of Satan! From spirit searching, unknown layers appear for the stronger In wondering, shapes a cure for kings! Echo screams of the deceased, the weak unwilling are left Satanic wounds, satanic flesh You are all victims of Satan! Finally... Finally I am worthy of your worship My lusts have drained the black blood Satanic wounds, satanic flesh You are all victims of Satan! From which my possessions, has led to sacrifice Casting flesh towards the demons Finally revealing shapes of the extreme Falling for Satan, you are suffering the stringest rites! Finally... finally... finally the world shall shape!