I’m the face of evil that is planted in your head
I’m the allegory for everything that’s bad
And for every harm I am the guy to lay the blame
I’m the Fallen Angel – Sankt Velten is my name
Even though I am the demon ruling from my throne
I am just a being that is made of flesh and bone
Sometimes I am longing for some human heat and peel
That’s when I will catch you to make scream and squeal
I’ll ambush you someday to take you to my dungeon
I’ll hold you as my slave to satisfy my lust
I’ll tie you up in chains to plague with my hellpike
and I laugh at your pain when I do what you don’t like
it will be hot we will be fried
in Centigrade and Fahrenheit
it’s gonna be like sex in a Microwave
Hell is like a blast furnace it’s hotter than the sun
And when my games are over you’ll be jaded and well done
But if you’re polite you’ll get an extra dose Procain
You will love my treatment for lust is close to pain
I’ll ambush you someday to take you to my dungeon
I’ll hold you as my slave to satisfy my lust
I’ll tie you up in chains to plague with my hellpike
and I laugh at your pain when I do what you don’t like
it will be hot we will be fried
in Centigrade and Fahrenheit
it’s gonna be like sex in a Microwave
Come ambush me today
I’ll take you into my dungeon
I’ll hold you as my slave to satisfy my lust
I’ll tie you up in chains to plague with my hellpike
and I laugh at your pain when I do what you don’t like
it will be hot we will be fried
in Centigrade and Fahrenheit
it’s gonna be like sex in a Microwave