Before the beginning of time  nothing was written yet  the desiples of darkness  chose the rival in the god of black arts    angels started falling  every word was a law printed on the endless iced desert  everything is still locked into the right hand    the forces that created and ruled the universe  are the origin and everything now  the fall of heaven will torment the prayers  then he will rise on his throne over everyone    lead by the strength and the power  of the sacred thelema's breed  he will be back on Golgotha  and will be crucified again    surmounting everything and everyone  he will burn into the depth  the malevolent angels  sacrified by chaimed lies  in the name of nothing and none    he will split the sky red of blood  drying the sea of falsness  pacifying the wind of pain  extinguishing the flames of the vulgar age  his strength be the obsession  the torment of the body  the souls and the mind of the deceiver    that year the rival strong and cruel  will do the atrocious sacrifice  the atrocious vengeance of the snake out of the depths    in the heaven wide open will be our salvation  the power and the reign of the master - Satan  will the god of falsness be expelled  the accuser of our brothers    good and evil life and death  will come to him and only him  everything will be back ours