We proceed in the ways of Cain In the way of luxury we meet Balaam We've witnessed the rebellion of Core We've feasted in the wonders of Tiro and Babilony Free as the wind, that brings and takes Oh Jazebel, how beautiful you are Your eyes are like a serpent's, enchanting me Upon you, I pour the semem of perversion I am the church of Satan Whose throne is surrounding by seventy seven thrones Sitting on their thrones They're dressed in purple and crimson On their heads, crowns of gold and pearls From the thrones come lightning, voices and thunder