Deus Mortuus Est

I pray to thee, that the sins be just
Of the damned, the hated
The oppressed, the brokenhearted
Sadness dwells within me, My Lord
I seek repentance, and I praise thee
Bless me, for it is I who has wronged you
I beseech you to hear me, Deus
You are my only nequissima voluptate,
My lux aeterna and my lux ex tenebris

You are the devil, my assigned oppressor
I shall not take pity on thee, your plan is amiss
A reason, there was that I fell from the heavens
Lord, take pity on me, thy soul is unclean
I am among no one, and no one shall I be
My spirit is damned, as it should be
Curse me, I cannot take the oppression
My Lord, Deus, God, Satan, whatever the name
Have mercy on me, my soul shall die

Amen