Those who seek for Himand becon His name from the deepest of HellDon’t actually sensethat his presence draws nearThe tools of tradeancient ways and means of itStrenght behind the material supremacyis close to the infernal oneNot for the virtues of goodbut the malice of will of manOne deed in benevolenceCrushed by a thousand sinister acts of crimeAnd through the scars of selfmutilationI taste but a small fracture of mankind’s painThose pityful still preaching of love in this worldEven a laugh is too much to spare for themThis realm is quite an echo of the Bible’s Hell,Realm filled with suffering and deathAdmire that magnificenceof thousand cuts and thousand ends of lifeOne deed in benevolenceCrushed by a thousand sinister acts of crimeAs pain and welth in materialare those to conquerIndeed I realizethe powers of Satan are overwhelming