"Satan"
Medieval chant,
arising dead.
An evil grin,
two bright red eyes.
A scream which
fills the night.
Blood flows
into the cup.
The book of chants
falls on the table.
The evil grin
comes through the shadows.
The bright red eyes
stare at the witchman.
The cup of blood
He drinks real fast.
And grins again,
his laughter deadly.
Another soul
is bought, devoured.
Be evil laugh
the room is filled.
The grin goes back
into the night.
Embracing darkness,
sweet and safe.
The dead go back
into their grave.