Theatres Des Vampires

"To you, creation's
Mighty principle,
Matter and spirit,
Reason and sense.
To you my daring
Verses are unleashed,
You I invoke, o Satan
Monarch of the feast."
[Taken from the "Hymn to Satan", Carducci]
No human breath below (him)
No pleasure for the lust
No martyrs for the Crhist
Just hate and pain and dust
Gold dust in a cursed land
A black feather dances so fast
An angel is falling down
The true reason no one knows
Reason and sense
"I die everyday and every night I rise
Searching the hideout for my pale light