Those who seek for Him
and becon His name from the deepest of Hell
Don't actually sense
that his presence draws near

The tools of trade
ancient ways and means of it
Strenght behind the material supremacy
is close to the infernal one
Not for the virtues of good
but the malice of will of man

One deed in benevolence
Crushed by a thousand sinister acts of crime

And through the scars of selfmutilation
I taste but a small fracture of mankind's pain
Those pityful still preaching of love in this world
Even a laugh is too much to spare for them
This realm is quite an echo of the Bible's Hell,
Realm filled with suffering and death
Admire that magnificence
of thousand cuts and thousand ends of life

One deed in benevolence
Crushed by a thousand sinister acts of crime

As pain and welth in material
are those to conquer
Indeed I realize
the powers of Satan are overwhelming