Satan's Spawn

Well, don’t you see the timbers around

Walking, walking driving around

I know they ain’t stopping any time soon

A little bit more till they see death’s gloom

 

Yeah, his hands can be compared to a murderer’s knife

The color of his robe, black as a wild crow

His eyes, oh dear, you won’t sleep tonight

One look and it strikes through the depths of your minds

 

Oh he’s gloomy…

He drives people crazy…

If you haven’t found out who he is by now

Oh I’m sorry, you’re up in a giant mess

Keep yourself in…

Doesn’t help, but you might live…

Maybe a few minutes longer than what he’d kept in mind

But hey, don’t expect him to be kind

 

He roars like a lion!

Everything torn, by his power 

Darkness falls, a giant wall

Covering the sky!

He creeps over the dark sky,

He makes all the tables turn

The ancient scriptures have drawn,

He is just a spawn,

Satan’s spawn…