You offer me the world and all of its wealth,
All for myself.
You promised me life eternal,
And drink to my health.
Do you think I do not know who you are?
A Fallen one, a "Morning Star".
When I feel my soul scream out at night,
I will know that you are not far.
When Satan's fury burns in Hell,
And you feel the power swell.
The Darkness flows from within the lake,
All for the cause of Evil's sake.
The time of doom is close at hand,
When Darkness shall rule the land.
Through the Darkness you shall go,
Only where, He shall know.
And now the Darkness has much might,
It must conquer the piercing light!
And when that light has been snuffed out,
You shall hear His furious shout:
"Blessed is he who has My mark,
For he shall live in the land so dark!
Death to he who is spawn of the light,
For he shall feel My furious might!"
In this land so dark and cruel,
All is under Lucifer's rule.
And then, alas, without the light,
The sheep must perish in eternal night.
"Dies enim iudicii erit finis temporis huius et initium futuri infernus temporis!"