Act I: Exposition of Demonic Works

The demons are here If you doubt, look around They possess the weak and confused And pry their way into their organs Once the host is taken over They bend and howl Contorting their minds and morality Until the soul is burnt out They pray to the devil And praise their sin No wonder their minds are gone You poisoned them from day one I spin your pentagram around My Lord at the pinnacle The four elements bend Micro to macrocosm, Ascend