The Song of Lucifer
From the crypt his voice is calling
deep Satanic, eerie moans.
The stars drift through a blood-drenched sky
then harmonize with piercing groans.
The graveyard\'s still, no sound escapes
through cold, grey lonely, granite walls.
While God and mankind lie asleep
it\'s at this time that Satan calls.
In each looming necropolis
(where for years the dead lay still)
he elevates sleek marble tombs
with little more than iron will -
then sings \"The Song of Lucifer\"
as the dead in slumber rise,
and chooses who will savor hell
with deep hypnotic, blood-shot eyes.
Those poor souls who Satan\'s chosen
run amok like scattered sheep.
Eternal torture in hell\'s fire,
\"Pray the Lord my Soul to Keep.\"