Banquet of the Rightous

I am the Devil. Your cunting faith can never touch nor harm me. We feast on your fear. Dance with your hate, and drink your tears. The minerals you speak of we shall harvest from your bones upon your passing. (chorus) Your skin shall pave the road to Hell Your thoughts shall fuel our laughter. Your face shall adorn our toilets. Evil can wait. Evil is patient. Your suffering sublime. (chorus) Enjoy your vacation like the putrid entity you are. For we will feast upon your soul in a banquet of the righteous. The righteous are best served grilled. Served hot. Medium rare. And bloody. (fade out) Oh. And fuck you, too.