He became the swarm, indeed a pitiful imitation
To the verge of a quiet glance, an oracle without eyes
Darkness My precious companion, even thou canst see his face
Salvation turned to bleed despair, compassion fled
Sadistic delight flowed, like Hell burned brighter
Existence woven into darkness, prudence did fall
In Satan's beauty, life was found
A 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