23 year ov long journey
among the living dead
on nonsense nourish'd
been haunted be the paws ov fear
and felt his breath
behold bastard son
I am the evil one
no glory to be
on ye hill
where ye sun behind horizon hides
there is nothing
except
mere emeles
mere selem
I em'a den
lashtal
lvcifer!
lvcifer!
aivass!
so
listen ye all who can preach
I am the god's begotten
without sin I can't make religion
as without sin there's no
I, pan satyros
rise I through ye spiral light
follow'd I ye
fucked by hecate
yet I shall not be yours
no fantasies nor
ov circus my world wiseman call'd
ov drunken trickster bed
and not
waters' running down
by the silver moonrays -
towards the foundation
reflecti