Now who could it be? Could it be…SATAN?
It’s been done in post #12.
You just turned it inside out.
soul stealer, underhand dealer.
You are the persecuter.
The desert sun.
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You’re one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by his red right hand.
And in the House of the Rising Sun.
Discard your clothes and come on foot
Through streams and fields and moonlit moors
Your bodies soaked in secret oils
Perfumed herbs won’t heal your sores
Join me in my search for knowledge
Wives and husbands bring your kin
We’ll be as one within the hour
Let the Sabbat now begin!
Come! Come! Come to the Sabbat!
Come to the Sabbat! Satan’s there!
{possibly the jauntiest ode to Devil Worship ever recorded}
Roll to the rock Rock to the roll
DMC stands for Devastatin’ Mic Control
You can’t touch me with a 10 foot pole
And I even made the Devil sell me his soul
So apparently Daryl McDaniels of Run-DMC owns the devils soul.
She’s just a devil woman, with evil on her mind…
He has a herd of red eyed cows whose brands are still on fire and their hooves are made of steel. Their horns are black and shiny and their hot breath- you can feel.
He wants to fuck me in the back of his car.
I hear his water ain’t so sweet, but you don’t have to drink it right now.
His hound is on my trail.