Satanas, superbia et veritas aestus ignio!
Our extincted sins erect his white temple ashamed of redemption and the shining skulls of the unborn stand as the candelabra of the word,
when his flashing sword is sharpened and his hand grasps it in judgement,
as the wine in the cups foams, he will give the reward of death to men,
choired by an orgy of scarlet screams, feeding a swarm of sewn dead rats.