I am the Fear in Hearts of MenI am the Cold in their VeinsI am the Weapon at HandI am the Torture and PainI am the Blow from the FatherThe Deafened Ear when you cryI nurse Cold Hearts in the ChildrenI breed Hatred into LifeMy name is CurseAll my Children are DamnedAnd My Kingdom Is A Sacred PlaceItâs the Miseries of ManI Trade only in LuxeryAnd deal the Bitter HandI make sure You always LooseThe most Precious Thing you haveSo if You guessed my NameItâs a Curse of the GodI always thought He was TameAnd on Leash like the DogMy name is CurseAll my Children are DamnedI make sure You always LooseThe most Precious Thing you haveI am Collector of SoulsHe is the Sheperd of WeakI perish Young and the OldWhen I play itâs for KeepsAnd so my Name is SatanI think Iâve Earned it WellI am Evil IncarnationAnd my Kingdom is Hell