Speak of the Devil
And He shall come
And all the world
We shall run
Day to night
The world will fall
And the Devil, Himself
Will stand so tall
Rain and fire
Will come in His wake
In all His eyes
Everything’s fake
From the call of the wind
To the fall of ice
He will add to our world
All a little spice
The mountains will bend
To be His thrown
Trapping us all
He will be alone
Hell will flood
Through His open gate
The light of the world
Has all come to fate
His wrath will be
All our doom
All our hopes
Will turn to gloom
When we speak
Speak only to Him
Fear will smother
Our happiness within
Destruction will come
Along with the fire
The Devil, Himself
Will never tire
Demons will flea
As we cannot
They are rewards
For the wars He fought
Smash them
The Devil will roar
Fear will end Him
And everything before
He’s powerful
Strong and brave
But fear has gripped Him
And He wont be saved
He looks for help
In His captives eyes
Knowing without them
It’ll be His demise
He struggles to ask
Such a weak thing
