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