Here one night I was given the disturbance Of Sathanas, in a dram physically in twilight Of the subconscious; He appeared Strange yet a feeling (of somthing) deeply familiar Of existence; was flickering with my perceiving Like a thick needle touching my brain. One "part" felt missing after the occurrence But I can tell you He spoke without speaking Like a direct Power. -It was not just a dram Tis is Satan's land Realize it now as the horrors shake It's rock'n knuckles all around! Sathanas'here... Sathanas is here (I saw) He was the one walking on two cloven hooves Horns on head, His robe inwhich was the last thing He let me remember; it wasn't black, but red on the outside And the days since then Have been filled like a. Potion!