Loathsome being,

Thoughts receding,

As your evil grows

Death, destruction,

Wicked construction,

As your black heart, we know

Just mistrusting,

Hatred lusting,

As we record your sins.

The world is falling,

The dead, sprawling,

For your selfish whims.

That after-thought,

Of destruction wrought,

From your sulfur hands.

I tell you Satan,

Lyin', hatin',

Soon you'll be gone from this land.

Hit your knees, praying,

As thought, betraying,

God will always win.