El Giftus Satanus

It's the day of the beast
And the final dish of the feast
Has just been served to the legion
And now it's time for my speech
To the man of science
Who said that the beast shouldn't work
And the man of the US without lips
But with tongue in cheek and shining pearls

This is the age of the mass population
The indoctrination of the herd unheard
Who spent too much time whining about Satan
And now you've got your wish
You'll meet and greet with Satan

What kind of a job is this for a skeleton anyway?
Hauling drunken-ass fat hypocrites
To the halls of the dreaming dead
Oh well, I guess it isn't that bad in Hell
When you don't think of it in terms of wages
There are perks on the trade as a henchman of the dead
A sack collector of all things that perish
I get to take your last breath

Oh, Satan
Now you've got your wish
You'll meet and greet with Satan

And as the feast is at an end
I chime the bell for those I send
Back to the shore of unsure reality
With Satan

And give the soul to those
The gift that keeps on giving
Whether you're dead or whether you're living
And give the soul to those
That erupt, never top with a bow
But a hidden tortoise underneath the snow

Now you've got your wish
You'll meet and greet with the Fire
Now you've got your wish
You'll meet and greet with the Devil
With Satan