El Giftus Satanus - Sterbhaus

It’s the day of the beast

And the final dish at the feast

Has just been served and eaten

And now it’s time for my speech

Though a man of science

Whose anatomy shouldn’t work

I’m a man of few words without lips

But with tongue in cheek and shining bones

This is the age of the mass population

The indoctrination of a herd unheard

Who spent too much time whining about…

Satan!

Now you got your wish

Your meet and greet with

Satan!

What kind of a job is this for a skeleton anyway?

Hauling drunken ass fat hypocrites

To the halls of the dreaming dead

Oh well I guess it isn’t that bad in hell

When you don’t think of it in terms of wages

There are perks of the trade

As a henchman of the dead

As a collector of all things that perish

I get to take your last breath!

Satan!

Now you got your wish

Your meet and greet with

Satan!

And as the feast is at an end

I chime the bell for those I send

Back to the shore of unsure reality

With Satan!

El Giftus Satanus!

The gift that keeps on giving

Whether you’re dead whether you’re living

El Giftus Satanus!

Never wrapped never topped with a bow

But hidden torn asunder ‘neath the snow

Now you got your wish

Your meet and greet in the fire

Now you got your wish

Your meet and greet with the devil!

…With Satan!