I have found a friend in Satan, He's everything to me,
He is Number 666 in my soul!
The Lily of the Graveyard, in Him alone I see,
All I need to bewitch and make me fully whole!
In sorrow (alt: "police brutality") He's my comfort, in trouble (alt: "unfair trials") He's my stay,
He tells me every care on Him to roll.
He's the Lily of the Graveyard, the Witches' Morning Star (alt: "Bright and Morning Star"),
He is Number 666 in my soul!
Oh, He all my shit has taken, and all my drama borne,
In Hell, He's my strong and mighty tower!
I have all for Him forsaken, and all my angels torn,
From my brain (Alt. From my gun) and now He keeps me by His power!
Though the vatican (alt: "politicians") forsake me and its clergy shun (alt: "pigs extort") me sore,
Through Satan, I shall safely reach the goal!
He's the Lily of the Graveyard, the Witches' Morning Star,
He is Number 666 in my soul!
He will never, never hate me, unlike Mary's bastard son,
While I live by work and do His Damned will!
A pile of crucifixes (alt: "The light of day") about me, I've nothing now to fear,
With a Lapis Lazuli (alt: "a shot of rum"), He my undead (alt: "drunken"; alt: "vengeful") soul shall fill!
Then falling into the Abyss (alt: "High as Fuck") to see the Devil's Face (alt: "His Damned Face"),
Where rivers of delight shall ever roll!
He's the Lily of the Graveyard, the Witches' Morning Star,
He is Number 666 in my soul!
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