Red hot flames, we in Satan, were in turn to blame.
From the depths of Sheol, we heard, then complained.
In pain, we rack, then elevate through our backs.
The Kundalini rises, I'm a Naga, for a matter of fact.
Stacks upon stacks, we grew, to substitute our lack.
The Igigi had seen, then spread our wings like a bat.
In which, we turn, in return, we honor their greed.
Selling them delights, for a straight up fee.
Our souls lay low, we give them the key.
To the Bottomless Pit, may those see with eyes to see.
Into the bowels of Earth, back then when we paid.
The price was our blood, then we continue to fade.
Back to the Pit, M42... Yes it's new!
With ears they hear, those seen as just a few.
Then blew into the blue, the Lord of Air, then flew.
Down South, then ride, with flames in plain...
In pain, in sight, in which Leviathan grew from the West.
Then to the North, Belial, who in turn shows you your mess.
The "Worthless One", in Hell, Abbadon who rules.
Trying to destroy, salvaging for food.
Then some how, then He, seemed to prevail.
Hoping we're right, with our magic, our spells.