Is this the holy thing to see?   Is this the land that sun shines   Above the Heaven?   Hear those children's desperate cries:   Oh - children do they cry?   Do they hear their fathers' sigh?   Is this the fertile place to be?   Is this the land that sprouts   Green reach gardens?   Hear those souls' flickering cries!   Do they beg?   Do they smile?   Do they frame the long line?   Here shines the sun of a lower God   The light of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS   Here burns the bright torch of soul   The flame of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS   Here reigns thy mighty crown of horns   The horde of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS   Well blossomed is his existence   So unwilling in their souls to see   So weak to face him from   The outcast angle of earth   So rapid do they flee   When bells of order are echoed   Nemesis for the anxious heavy spirit   Nemesis for a generation free      Grantis spiritus SANCTUS DIAVOLOS      Here shines the sun of a lower God   The light of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS   Here is born the light for the blind world   The flame of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS   Against on what prophets wrote   The aura of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS   Will reign, will prevail,   Tranquillize the human race      Grantis spiritus Grantis spiritus SANCTUS DIAVOLOS      Here burns thy bright torch of soul   The flame of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS      Here reigns thy mighty crown of horns   The horns of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS   Against on what prophets wrote   The spirit of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS      Will reign ,will prevail and   Tranquillize the human race      Grantis spiritus SANCTUS DIAVOLOS      Here burns the bright torch of soul   The flame of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS   Here reigns thy mighty crown of horns   The horns of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS   Against on what prophets wrote   The spirit of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS      Will reign, will prevail and   Tranquillize the human race      Grantis spiritus SANCTUS DIAVOLOS