I struggle as the water rises
For eons fighting fate,
But then I calm,
Thought the tree of gods pains me like a thousand whips
For death still stalks through men and gods,
My heir still prowls the earth
I sap strength from the tree of life
It weakens while I grow
I call to me these creature mine
Bats, hell-wolves, roaches
And insects from the swamp
And spiders, snakes
And toads that witches use.
Here they create a living hell,
(Yes, smile at my jokes...)
By the tree of the ones of Heaven,
An army gathers, coiled like a spring
For the time when Hell shall truly be on Earth,
For another Satan shall rise.
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