Triste Satan

I've been dreaming about the devil, it's been 15 days
He said: Do this, repeat the same melody
Distorts the tone, lowers the sound, plays like in a dream
Just count 30 minutes, turn off and pretend

Satan is sad, he is crying
Right in the middle of the yard
Damn Lucifer doesn't cry
We are the slug and life is the salt

How beautiful was that garden
That everything there has already been lost
Cursed fruit of the serpent
That's why it got corrupted

Birds turned black
Vultures dominate these lands
Dead meat, dead animal
Everything dies in this era

The Moon bleeds and so does the Sun
Blood-red is the color of the sea
Don't worry, this is part
One day you will bleed

When the Sun falls, everything will burn
And there will be nothing left to tell
Your seraphim fell into the pit of this abyss
Morning star welcomes the forgotten

The world will end, and it will snatch, people will fly
But we will stay, we will hum, the flame will burn
The trumpet will sound, Satan will guide us