Вершы: Akercocke. Antichrist. Epode.

Thinking of words
To describe you
No one can know
How much I trust you
Calling Satan
Master of dark deeds

Discarding the mask
Riddled with shame
I'm taking the task
Worthy to your name

Now I request you
To follow my every move
The more I take from you
The stronger I become

Satan
Master...