Trusting The Devil

Blodied bodies piled on the ground
One sacrafice turned into many

A goat's head on the altar
A pentagram traced on the wall

Devils little minions bringing more
A bunch of people lined up at the door

Tragic death awaits them all
As masked deamons take them one by one

Each slaughtered in different ways
All their souls for the Devil's taking

Blood lapped up by the dogs of Hell
Flesh torn from the bone for the meals of many

Man eating man
Reverting to primitive times

Sulking in despair
Of the Devil's broken promise

To burn in hell
Is all they have aquired

Tortured forever for what they've done
That one mistake will be their last

For trusting the devil, that knaving thing
Will never turn out great, you see