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Far down within the dark hell

Where souls and demons dwell

In a dark place made of stone

Satan made himself a throne

My soul sleeps so deep, in the deepest darkness it is

No one can reach my soul, just Satan with his call

Counting life in hours

Resemble nothing is ours

Resignedly beneath the sky

The hopeless humans lie

My soul sleeps so deep, in the deepest darkness it is

No one can reach my soul, just Satan with his call

So hail to the lord on the Throne

On the long dark night I will curse

Begin to blend the truth and shadows there

Suddenly all seen pendulous in the air

Woke up in a forest dark and old

Listen the voice of Satan's call

Seeing all sepulchers removing alone

Of those whose portals heaven closed

As it is lasting so be deep

Soft may the worms about the creep

Bring back the dead with rituals

Risen blaspheme funerals