The fires flash; they’re heating
up this vicinity,
branding all forevermore.

Satan is the one,
Satan’s never done,
he’s got hell to run,
won’t stop till he’s won.

We can feel it:
his fork in our bums,
because we are all wickedness alums.

Satan is the one,
Satan’s never done,
he’s got hell to run…
never see the sun.

Satan, Satan,….

Satan’s our lord; we’ve done wrong.
Satan’s got a very sharp prong.
“Satan’s our lord!” That’s our song
Satan and crew emit a hellish pong.

It’s the most braising life I’ve ever known.

We can feel it:
the flames on our bums,
that’s because we are all evil’s alums.

Satan is the one,
Satan’s never done,
won’t laugh at a pun.
Satan is no fun!