So  many  names  have  been  given  to  me

For  what  the  humans  fear  is  versatile

I  was  born  under  the  yoke  of  Evil

An  armoured  fist  of  Satan

Yes,  fear  me  in  the  howls  of  wolves

Fear  me  in  the  pale  moon  itself

Where  my  presence  is  near

Your  soul  will  coil  with  ulcers

Like  a  cancer  of  hate  and  Evil

I  will  reach  for  the  universe

Infecting  every  church  with  darkness

Ceremony  echoes  to  me

In  my  devotion  I  am  His  weapon

Pointed  at  your  feebleness

Throats  I  slit  and  drink  the  blood

From  a  chalice  made  of  a  skull

Beat  the  drums  of  a  satanic  march

With  the  human  bones

Let  be  heard  even  in  the  wind

Satan  is  too  strong

You  will  stand  but  a  little  chance

Face  the  death  eternal

Spilling  blood  of  the  holy  martyrs

Glory  of  the  sacred  war

In  my  devotion  I  am  his  prophet

Slashing  curses  on  the  skin

Taste  the  poetry  of  my  tormented  skin

It＇s  the  last  thing  you＇ll  know