The Legacy of Satan
The Birth of the Pentagram
Born by the fire in the moon light
Danced the demon's slaves in the deep dark night
Upon the threshold stood their sire
Wife, pregnate preparing to deliver
As the tune and chant echoed in the forgoten waste
She moaned and groaned as she pushed it to her waist
Again with the tune so ear splitting loud
Came the roar of thunder as she pushed into the ground
Upon the desert land made bare and clean
Stood the great man all powerful being
Blessing the child with Hellish plights
Came the blessed baby from her thighs
The rush of blood as the child came bare
An ear splitting scream came as a rush of air
As the slaves danced to the endless tune
The Demon king placed upon its head a rune
As the star lite sky danced up above
The new born child sang with the creed there of
Dancing to the power of the ancient ways
The master of demons brought forth a blaze
In the center of the flames lay a cradle bare
Upon the edges, again the rune lay there
As the demon's sang to the ancient dance
The coming of dawn was to advance
Taking the child to the den of fire
Returned the powerful demon sire
Upon the ground where the desert was made bare and clean
Now rests the rune, the pentagram, curse to all living...
The Beginning
once there was a little boy
the world, his own, life - his toy
he grew up in a world fair and just
where people where punished for sins and lust
he was of strong birth
born from the womb, from mother earth
by nature, and will, he practiced the ways of old
swords and weapons, challenging all bold
his father prepared him for the new world
this land, spat on by his kind, was poor, soiled
as he grew older, he was to lead his father's band
the armies of his father's will charge into their land
but this day is yet to come
for now, only dreams begun
training for days on end
to fight for the condemed
this land, he was taught, contained men like him
all powerful, free, and strong weaponed
upon this world, he shall rule
iron fisted, so he was schooled
the days passed by, and his time came
to start out for liberty and fame
as the portal opened up before him
he was from now on known as Lord Satan.
Fair Maiden's Song
once was a man from hell he rose
bring war upon all man, his foes
from dawn til dusk, he pillaged and killed
taking on soldiers with weapons, all skilled
he wandered into a new land
where no blade met death by his hand
there lay the lady, shrouded in white
his eyes, blistering, at the beautiful sight
she whispered and cooed him, walking at them
the voices of hell, extinguished by sin
she forgave and blessed him for everything they did
he took her, and lived forever, or so it is said
one day many years ago, she died of old age
the armies of hell went into a rage
their leader, the man hell arose
he declared, again, men were his foes
summoning his soldiers, he conquered again
only to be defeated by his enemy; man
slowly dieing, returning to fire haven
his name was satan, declaring his new foe, heaven!
The Good, The Damned, The End
(Last Legacy of Satan)
The armies of hell, returned by death
Satan drew in a slow breath
Looking upon his masses, in fire haven
He announced their target now heaven
Cursing their weakness on the living plane
praised them with bashing, fire and flame
retaught them as his father had them know
and marched them out to fight their new foe
His father joined him, eldest of demons
helping control and command Hell's legions
his ancient armor, blood scarred rust
His sword to Satan, in with trust
one signal and the army moved
Gabriel with heaven charged onto
Demons and Angels crashing into each other's ranks
Archers firing off into their flanks
Screams and howls lovely or demonic
Refelcted the war both sides heroic
Satan fighting along side his brotheren
fought on with the enemy Heaven
Soon his father joined the war
Bodies, too many to count or score
the ring of yells and endless cries
took the blue from the skys
The fires lite up the night like day
As battles progressed, neither sway
Arch angels swords flash as if hot steel
Demonic weapons crushing every Angel
out in the battle feild, Satan's father was slain
Demonic moral fell into decay
dishearted, hell fell back
Now Satan collects all sinner's for another attack...
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