Father
Art thou blind and deaf?
Old man
Decrepit and hideous

Hidden in the woods of madness and anxiety
I am the beast, thou, the refugium of love
For there, thy love layeth as a cockroach
Under my iron boot
I am the Gehenna of humanity
Whereas thou art the mercy
And what shalt thou needst it for?
If the world shall fall asleep under my wings anyway

I am the blood from thy limbs
Thou art the wisdom
Is it a great one? Yes, vain fools do believe in it
They shall go up in flames anyway

Father
Art thou blind and deaf?
Old man
I'm in thy Pandemaeternum

Devil's tongue is the tongue of fire
That burneth thine houses to the ground
Consumeth the light and thy sheep
Damned
And even their wool is crude
And meat poisonous
Not for the hungry dogs at my table
I shall destroy everything, or else
I shall throw it to vultures to devour

Let them feast
Let them feast
Let them feast
Let them feast

Devil's tongue is the tongue of the night
Whenever thou delighteth in its beauty
Thou pourest in thyself
The wine of the underworld
Whenever thou cravest for bearing it
There are only the whispers of trees thou canst hear
Hungry for thy love
I am anticipating my time

Father
Art thou blind and deaf?
Old man
I'm in thy Pandemaeternum

Devil's tongue is the tongue of my father
Who with the universe constituteth an entity
He shall not sell thee out for any tryst
For love, affairs, kisses of humanity

Therefore, give me his darkness
Power, might, hope and fulfillment
Give me his light
'Tis the time for the feast of Hell