the demons feast

eyes like blood in the night
with those huge sharp wings taking flight 
gliding through the pitchblack skies
now its time, someone dies.

a human soul the demon craves
be sure to dig some human graves
human meat so fresh and sweet
be sure a demon you never meet

there is no better purpose of a man
to dispose of humans is the demons plan
the demons bring food for the master
satan himself the demons caster

no human soul for the king
it is chaos he shall bring
this is how demons survive
those with no prey will be eaten alive