Be praised Oh Lord of Desolation,
Be praised for your breath of hate and death.
I feel it in wars, I feel it as agony embraces thousands of men,
As unspeakable deeds build up in terror a monument to your reign.

Filled with utter joy I am, as people of Good Will hate each other.
Be praised for the lies you spread but also for the truth you reveal.
For there lies the core of conflicts, and in conflicts you dwell as in baths of blood.

Be praised for you confused them all,
The servants of gods that are but one.
The seeds of disharmony, Oh Master of Lies,
Are seeds of Armageddon indeed, blind as they are.

Their suffering is my pleasure and their death is my joy.
Praised be Satan in all His glory!

Be praised for I see your mark in mutilated children,
In their eyes the aftermath of horror, they shine of your glory.
Be praised Oh Lord of Desolation, for the perverted impulses and abyssal perversions you blessed us with.

Be praised for the materialistic bonds that enslave us,
As in carnal chains and intellectual blindness man is cursed forevermore.
Be praised Oh Great Destroyer,
As your aura gives us hellish wolves a feast in sperm and violence.

Be praised for sights of misery and damnation,
From the frail and shivering body of the drug addict
To the decay of civilisations and human dreams.
Even the cosmos You shall crush with fury and might.

Their suffering is my pleasure and their death is my joy.
Praised be Satan in all His glory!

Be praised Oh Lord of Desolation,
Be praised for your breath of hate and death.
I feel it in wars, I feel it as agony embraces thousands of men,
As unspeakable deeds build up in terror a monument to your reign.

Be praised Oh ultimate God,
For it is in You that all will end.