Invocation of Satan

I invoke the Horned God: the Devil,
Prince of this world and of Evil,
King of sorrow and desolation,
Who got the cords of our animation,
He knows we're puppets of desire,
In our hearts will burn His fire,
The Hell is His veritable domain,
He's count of sin and wisdom's sovereign,
He spreads on this world rage and strife,
He separates the husband from the wife,
Of God we knows He was the first of sons.

O Noble Prince I call you on my soul,
You juggler, gambler, sodomite and foul,
My body in this earth will be made the shell
In which You're going to transfer our Hell,
I see Your horns will separate the world,
Crushing the hypocrites' love in great discord,
You know that this society is not for me,
Because in my mind You will ever see
The passion triumphin' over every reason,
Like the fiery turmoil of river Pison,
Under Your rule only I know I'm born.

Burn my soul, my prayer and my temple,
Of your rage I will be made a sample,
Let me be animated from your lightning,
I am a rotten carcass always fighting
With a world that hates me and doesn't want me,
But now I know Your laws and I agree
With You and the Rebellion that you made,
When I myself dissolve in black and fade,
In the messages of Darkness and of blue,
I know who is my Master and it's You.
So I unite with You and with your scorn.

Heil Satan! 666 The Beast will rule forever in Hell and in Earth.