The Origins of Satan

Earendel was the caressed one amongst the stars

A reverend oneself

Dance to angels, gods and stars

Groove low clouds with gold and scarlet

Such blue eyes will never see thanksgiving at once

And there was light

Stories await

Three nails carve his deeds showing us tales

His glory unfamed

Serpents hammer these sounds on nails

A great story to tell

Tongues resound praise, taskmaster`s ode

Their venom, sour to the bone