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Master of disorder, Bestower of crime's blessings Lord of the magnificent sins and noble vices, Satan, it is you we worship God of reason, god of justice, Admirable legate of false fears You welcome the beggarliness of our tears, Sustainer of the refined sorcerers Restorer of the vanquished, It is you who endows them with hypocrisy With ingratitude and pride, In order that they can defend themselves Against the attack of God's children, Sovereign of contempt Reckoner of humiliations, Treasurer of long-standing hatreds You alone fertilize the mind of man crushed by injustice You breathe into him ideas of premeditated vengeance A righteous intoxication in the torture he inflicts And the tears of which he is the cause, Founder of hysterias Blood stained vessel of lust, You encourage sterile and forbidden loves You ensure the delight and joy of carnal pleasures King of the disinherited, Chamberlain of our tears Assure us of the delight of those delectable crimes And grant us the glory, wealth and power You the Son who was driven away by his father And as for you impostor, worker of Deceit Usurper of affection, We shall violate the peace of your body We shall have you confess the impudent lies Your unforgivable crimes against man You profaner of bountiful vices, You Epitome of idiotic purities Accursed Nazarene, A do-nothing king, a coward of a god From Letras Mania