"To you, creation's
Mighty principlе,
Matter and spirit,
Reason and sense.
To you my dаring
Verses are unleashed,
You I invoke, o Satan
Monarch of the feast."
[Taken from the "Hymn to Satan", Carducci]

No human breath below (him)
No pleasure for the lust
No martyrs for the Crhist
Just hate and pain and dust

Gold dust in a cursed land
black feather dances so fast
An angel is falling down
The [bad word] reason no one knows

Reason and sense

"I die everyday and every night I rise
Searching the hideout for my pale light
The sky cries its shiny lies
The [bad word] is my pain
The doom is my life"

God's kiss on his spirit lays
The rocks of [bad word] his grave
No time for choice no time
From flesh to dust his way
Flame's crown the crown of Christ
God kills his son his priest
No prayer for the deads tonight

tempest meshes clouds of rain
clown dances with his mask of pain

crow screams on a nameless fate

"I die everyday and every night I rise
Searching the hideout for my pale light
The sky cries its shiny lies
The [bad word] is my pain
The doom is my life"