Satan, Thou art with me, now and for all my life,
so far hast Thou helpeth me cause exaggerated strife.
Inflicting pain on myself and others is merely what I seek,
and now, I am more than the inhuman Christian cheek.
As a tribute to Thee, Thy Holy cross I shall forever wear,
to thank Thee and let know to no other God shall I swear.
Oh, Satan, Thou hast formeth me; through Thy wisdom I grew wise,
a black costume Thou giveth me to demoralize in front if Christian eyes.
As I remember well, my Lord, served Thee I have for three simple years,
and a wise choice it was for I couldn't cope with all my fears.
As in a deep sleep I was, haunted by deep agony and fright,
though I honour Thee, I'll admit 'twas easy to choose the darker side.
The protection Thou hast given, Thy veil for the world to see,
had put me in front of a mirror, wondering, am I myself or only Thee?
After this amount of time, I found the explanation wich I seek,
it says the reasons are comprehensible: I'm simply too weak!