Here one night I was given the disturbance

Of Sathanas, in a dram physically in twilight

Of the subconscious, he appeared

Strange yet a feeling of something deeply familiar

Of existence was flickering with my perceiving

Like a thick needle touching my brain

One "part" felt missing after the occurence

But I can tell you He spoke without speaking

Like a direct power

It was not just a dram

This is Satan's land

Realize it now as the horrors shake

It's rock'n knuckles all around

Sathanas is here

Sathanas is here

(I saw) He was the one walking on two cloven hooves

Horns on head, his robe in which was the last thing

He let me remember, it wasn't black, but red on the outside

And the days since then

Have been filled like a

Potion