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Satan's Lair
Satan's lair
Hello friends, join the
game.
As Lucifer, calls your
name.
Prayers now, are in
vain .
As Demons, dole out
pain.
Evil laughter, fills your
ears.
Endless dread, infinite
fears.
Taunting Imps, mocking
jeers.
Rotting flesh, toxic
tears.
Life is death, cut the
ties.
Tortured souls, hear there
cries.
The After life, all weren't
lies.
Grasp the truth, each one
dies.
If you think, Death is
fair.
Cling to hope, if you
dare.
For your sins, are laid
bare.
At the gates, of Satan's
Lair.
Written by: Humble Bill Beucher
Hello friends, join the
game.
As Lucifer, calls your
name.
Prayers now, are in
vain .
As Demons, dole out
pain.
Evil laughter, fills your
ears.
Endless dread, infinite
fears.
Taunting Imps, mocking
jeers.
Rotting flesh, toxic
tears.
Life is death, cut the
ties.
Tortured souls, hear there
cries.
The After life, all weren't
lies.
Grasp the truth, each one
dies.
If you think, Death is
fair.
Cling to hope, if you
dare.
For your sins, are laid
bare.
At the gates, of Satan's
Lair.
Written by: Humble Bill Beucher
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