Frontline

There's a battle being waged in hell and it's all about supremacy
Satan has chosen his generals and Baal has chosen me
I Is Me, supreme demon, I sit on the council most high
Ordered to the front line, It seems the dead are begging to die

With a bow across my wings, like a ninja, I wield two ranger swords
Cerberus, my first lieutenant, is reacting to my every word
We're not here to make allies, there is no compassion in hell
The heat of battle is our passion, and it doesn't take long to tell

Cerberus and me exist for this shit, it's like a feen taking another hit
The shrieks and the wails as souls are split, energy is released and we absorb that shit
We're raiding throughout hell like Attila and his marauder
Souls not even needed is still absorbed, simply because we've gotta

We've a fetish, a need for nothingness to bleed
Baal saw me for what I was and planted his seed
Cerberus follows while I take the lead, we're fucking shit up showing nothing but greed
In our wake is evidence of our hunger, fucking proof of our deeds

Satan's troops are retreating, they are backed up at the river Styx
Charon refuses to ferry them with no money, they are offered to swim across the river Styx
A sure destruction of the souls, but it's better than the fate that awaits
I IS Me is like Dracos on the war path and so full of hate

Cerberus is taking them out three at a time
All three heads are stuffed full and continually grinds
Satan has sent messages begging us both to please switch sides
I dropped the swords to the ground, took my bow off, and told Cerberus, "let's ride"

As I took to the sky, letting arrow fly,
The hatred is a hunger that refuses to be denied
With Satan's forces being attacked from what appeared the front and back
Baal claimed the throne of hell, daring Satan to take it back