He became the swarm, indeed a pitiful imitation
To the verge of a quiet glance, an oracle without eyes
Darkness... My [bad word]  even thou canst see his face
Salvation turned to bleed [bad word] fled...
Sadistic delight flowed, like [bad word] burned brighter
Existence woven into darkness, [bad word] did fall
..In Satan's beauty, life was found...
flow of orgasmic fire, swept through the cosmic night
I enthroned darkenss triumphant, with the searing trident of the Inferno
Gaze towards the Heavnes, an you might catch a glimpse of Me...