Satan: "Me miserable! Which way shall I fly
Infinite wrath, and infinite despair?
Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell..."
In the vortex of fire I move through the countless flock of the godforsaken ones to the stage, which reminds me
A block
I see remains of their eyes flowing down their cheeks
Crack of their skin deafens me
The waves of sufferings and pain are washing me
My wail of compa**ion drowns in the tongues of flame
Hundreds of strings tighten me -
Immaculate harvester of mankind - the one to blame
I scorn myself, contemplating what I've done with these helpless beings
With their Now, turned to None
I'm melting with poisonous smoke
I leak - I'm squashed shriek - I'm a flow
I am bleeding with tears of flame, going into nothing
To return in epochs again