God is dead and Satan lives
Soon our chalice is overfilled
The masque ends this joyful time
We belong to the lord of lies
His power, stronger than strong
His mind lasts longer than long
Wreaks vengeance throughout our hearts
Eternal is his love
They sweat like whore in church
Praising his name, that burns
The way for heathen gates
And opens all pleasures!
He overthrows the mighty
Lays waste, flooding their temples
Redeems the despised and the tortured
His power is endless
Prince Prospero
Won't fear the red plague
We worship his fire
He will raise the dead

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