They were light years and infectious goodness
Times of enslaved gods Times of false men

But from the Bottom of the Abyss, a dark, thick smoke was born
The will of Satan's empire took physical form on earth
And so serious and strong was his essence that evolved in consciousness
And the fearsome executioner ascended from hell

All confessed suffered, all devotees begged even more
I manipulate the times for which they were prepared

Their own apocalypse, torture in the storm's sacrifice!

On the planet that belongs to the devil… Imperial Satanic Storm
On the planet that belongs to the devil… Imperial Satanic Storm

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