اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Glory to you and praise, satan
In the heights of heaven in which you reigned
And glory, in the blackness of hell you dream of, silent and victorious!
May one day my spirit rest satisfied, with you
Under the tree of science, oh, satan!
When, modern temple, its branches open
Ethan
