Glory and praise to you, o Satan, in the heights Of heaven where you reigned and in the depths Of hell where vanquished you dream in silence! Grant that my soul may someday repose near to you Under the Tree of Knowledge (Baudelaire) Oh light, you enchant the mortals In your dreams You give false joy And lift the souls from being real. No past here, no future, Hell without ever looking back No light, no burning lies I walk through this hell Oh light, I disobey you I deny your golden laws to Descent into the deep throat Of darkness to find my roots Oh light, I deny you, I disobey your reign of lies Despied for my black soul Far away from the reign of God. We are The Ones That have the courage To descent into the abyss of your abscense No past here, no future, Hell without ever looking back No light, no burning lies I walk through this hell Oh light, I disobey you I deny your golden laws to Descent into the deep throat Of darkness to find my roots Oh light, I deny you I disobey your reign of lies Despied for my black soul, Far away from the reign of God.