Open the arcane
Wisdom of thy design
Black God
And thy might of inquiry
An earthly truth I seek
For knowledge is placed within
The self of flesh and bone
Invocation is of the past

For what the world holds to be just and pure
Are only created among unwise men
I speak the truth, the words of the rational
These are the words of Satan
Liberty chants the scriptures of Satan

I see idols of human creation
None that contain celestial powers
Ironic that people fear divine nature
An aura not of this world
Yet created here

None shall be suppressed
By the rules of tradition and dogma
That has no truth
Or validity
Possessed and entwined with secrets
Knowledge of the truth
Blind from all
A field for sheep

Man must destroy the ones of the church
All symbols, text, and flesh shall burn
Divine nothingness; blaspheme the one on the cross
An aura of deceit, grime, and corruption
History shall be made
Forever shall I invert the right-hand path ways

I question all creations and teachings
From God
An earthly presence without existence
I chant the scriptures of Satan
Liberty chants the scriptures of Satan

Invoke the words from within, freedom