Falling into a nocturnal vacuum, I call for Satan, the  Keyholder  For his world I shall enter  My call is answered  By force am I taken to realms, darker than death,  To witness the evil glory I have travelled to see    Many are the appearing shapes of Satan  Unfolding in utter grotesque horror  The air is frozen  I can hear the hateful rumbling and pounding in the  Deep  I can see flickering spectres, silouettes blistering with-  Electric coldness    I breathe spears  Unleashing a pulsating storm of steel  Sulphur floats in my veins  My eyes burn with fury  Carbonised into my heart    Far away, a wast bastard cross manifests in  The air  How dare it shine so clear  Here in theese hellish realms?  Oh, did I not know of the impurity...    As the blasphemy becomes unbearable  I behold thousands of claws gripping the  Golden cross from behind  Soon demons crawl like furious ants all over  The profante shape  Screaming in unearthly rage and insanity  The symbol of Nazarene us thirb asunder  Dripping with slime and rot    I shiver in cruel ecstacy  And laugh the madmans laughter    Returning now  With diabolical strength  And a vicious grin in the face