born form desolate tombs, o lord of the wastelands
satanstorms ravish antiqued hearts

a Solar Sapien(genus) satanacus galactica
across the 30th parallel the test tube archeonaut sits
locked in orbit, praeter destined the all seeing watcher awaits

thy exaulted annihilator our immortal ancestors
once ascended that same passage into thine
flaming chariot through a veil of hanging gold dust
the man outside time might once bask in thy glory
let it so again....that i may be granted just one wish

IAK XUL!
great ones of the imperishable star
your pantheon endures still....still!

purge the filth
what a wretch is man

wheels of time turn slow
72 degrees til seperation
every 52 years
comes the opportunity....
....to strike!

strike
arm the weapons!

a missile of mercy the great equalizer none to be forgotten
all will be one under the eternal winter
embrace the universe
scattered dust swept by cosmic winds
as grains of sand sand on a shore
earth shall return to the ether...a micron at a time

violence is thy gift(every) 52 years
now is the opportunity....to strike!

purge the filth what a wretch is man
a missile of mercy the great equalizer
scatters the dust
all shall be one under the eternal winter
dismal angel of impurity
ravager of the apocalyptic winds
reclaim this decaying husk
demon of the 4 wings
cleanse this earth with righteous flame
purge the filth....what a wretch is man
....o wretched man

....remake this earth....
heralding a new age... the rebirth of the planet Satan