I am Satan; I am he,
The fallen prince, whom you despise,
The hated one, the enemy,
Who's said to deal in sins and lies.

Here I lie, endarkened in
A place where sulphur burns so bright,
A place where violence and sin
Lie buried in the silent night.

Here is where the passions burn,
Desires form, ambitions thrive
And here is where you humans learn
Just how it feels to be alive.

Think you that I live in Hell?
Well then, you'll be surprised to find
The one you fear the most now tell
You that he lives within your mind.

Yes, your mind, that feeble place,
That storage room that you forgot,
Competing in the Human race.
When was the last time that you thought?

And you live by the rules,
Which borne of whims, enforced by power,
Of politicians, priests and fools,
Who be as stupid as you are.

Still you mortals wish to be
Subservient, afraid of thought,
Afraid of ingenuity;
A less rebellious wife of Lot.

Must you stay on god's green earth?
Where all around you, all you see,
Is sly, profane, where there's no dearth
Of Mankind's own perversity?

'Course you must, what can you do?
Except, perhaps, to sit and cry?
It's all your fault, you know it too:
Inactive lie, inactive die.

Wake up, Lazarus! Come to life!
Embrace your mind and so create
A world devoid of sin and strife,
Of pain, of misery and hate.

Open wide your eyes and see
Your only hope, your sole defence,
Against life's blatant anarchy
And chaos is intelligence.

And intelligence, you know,
Through perseverance is begot.
And knowledge helps it thrive and grow
To be displayed in human thought.

Know you now the path I trod,
And you shall know just who I be,
I am he, who challenged god,
And questioned his authority.

I'm the one who did not care
'Bout consequences, recognize
That I am he who told you where
The fruit of knowledge really lies.

Being slandered, here I lie,
Within your mind: so dark and dense.
I've borne a lot. Enough. Now I
Shall speak out loud in my defense.

I am Satan; I am he,
For ages whom you thought was bad.
Recognize me now, and see
I'm the god you never had.

Hear my words, you mortals, and
Question that which you've presumed
And think and know and understand
Or else humanity is doomed.

Paradise had not been lost
It's in your mind, my friend, and well,
Neglected. Now you pay the cost:
Your paradise is turned to hell.