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Please allow me to introduce myself. I'm a man of wealth and taste. I've been around for a long, long year. Stole many a man's soul and faith.
I was 'round when Jesus Christ. Had his moment of doubt and pain. Made damn sure that Pilate. Washed his hands and sealed his fate.

Pleased to meet you. Hope you guess my name. But what's puzzling you. Is the nature of my game.

I stuck around St. Petersburg. When I saw it was a time for a change. Killed the Czar and his ministers. Anastasia screamed in vain. I rode a tank. Held a general's rank. When the Blitzkrieg raged. And the bodies stank.

But what's confusing you. Is just the nature of my game.
Just as every cop is a criminal. And all the sinners saints.
As heads is tails. Just call me Lucifer. Cause I'm in need of some restraint. So if you meet me. Have some courtesy. Have some sympathy, have some taste. Use all your well-learned politesse. Or I'll lay your soul to waste.