Satan's Prayer

Satan, thou art our liege and master and thou art our father of fears
Allow us sire, to wend your righteous path, to shed our bloody tears
Take us lord to Sheol, so we can cross the Styx to the burning shire
And we'll give unto you our cruel souls, for your realm it doth inspire
Nefarious knight of night, for you, we've hung, drawn and quartered
Sold to you our vile traits and obeyed, we have led and slaughtered
Patriarch of Hades, let it be known, of the holy we continually attack
Raving zealots of god, won't see the light for shades, upon our rack
Alas lord, not all are assuaged by darkness, or words of a dire dirge
Yarns of yore have told us though, that thou art the cleansing purge
Emperor of our ire, for you we'll sacrifice the pious and never spare
Revenant lord of flies, we'll forever hail you, with our Satan's prayer