The Game
(Satan and Gambler are playing draughts. Abaddon and Azazel are both red pieces, while Angel is a white piece)

1.
Azazel:
I am Azazel,
(The) first of weaponmakers,
Chained in the desert
By the will of Lord.

Please! move me thither
Through the ranks of checkers,
Please create a hazard
On the painted board!

Satan: He is my servant.
Gambler: Master of lies and war?
Satan: True, and you've met before.
Gambler: Him I fear no more!

Satan: Step forth! Azazel,
Gambler: Joking? A blunder-move!
Satan: Red piece that's horned and hoofed.
Gambler: Him you shall remove!

Chorus:
Azazel:
Yes, he is in our tenets,
Bet his immortal soul.

Angel:
No, till the game is finished,
So shall forgiveness remain.

Abaddon:
Say what you wish now,
Ain't his life in the grasp of Hell?

Gambler:
Telling yes and telling no,
Tearing my soul.

Satan:
So it goes. The game of checkers,
Endless struggling through the painted rows.

2.
Angel:
Stop. Cease your playing,
Don't force me to perish,
You're unprotected
In the deadly game.

You shouldn't stay in,
As would Lucifer wish;
You can reject it.
Do it! In the Name...

Satan: Cut it! I'm waiting.
Gambler: Will I now be accursed?
Satan: Move him, you know the rules.
Gambler: Checkers are but tools.

Satan: See! You are learning.
Gambler: Screw it, I live but once.
Satan: Do it, don't miss your chance.
Gambler: Jump! Go forth, advance!

Chorus.

3.
Abaddon:
Proud and sin-stricken,
Reckless of my ire,
Still can't you omen
By the swarms' advance?!

Death you'll be seeking,
Death you shall desire;
Lo! Here is coming
I, Exterminans.

Satan: Signs have been given.
Gambler: Smoke's rising from the ground,
Satan: Hear the fifth trumpet's sound,
Gambler: And... your piece is crowned.

Satan: Go now, Abaddon!
Gambler: Can it... can it be so?
Satan: Weren't you a naive foe?
Gambler: Woe to me, oh woe.

Chorus.