The Devil has the key to hearts,
And Cupid is just his sly mask.
He reaps the harvest sown at night,
Shooting at us like playing darts.
The moon's rays penetrate our souls.
The lunatics are Satan's dolls.
Exorcism is our last hope.
We give the Vatican our cross.
Woe to us for we are possessed!
We die like flowers in vases.
For Sitra Achra calls to us,
Causing us madness and nightmares.
God is not a decree for us.
His book is burning in our hands.
Don't try to save us, save yourself
From the revenge of Satan's sons!
16.04.2024