by Nick Gisburne
All hail the demon, mighty overlord!
We summon thee to liberate these lands
Bring heathen hearts the sentence of thy sword
Their bodies screaming, slaughtered at thy hands
The dead are so delicious in defeat
Their bones repay the promises we gave
Accept this sacred food, their flesh as meat
Return then, home, in triumph, to thy cave
There will be no dessert course, Great One, no
Don’t growl; a binding covenant is real
Thy contract mentions ‘eat the dead and go’
’Twas signed and sealed in blood, a demon’s deal
These witches will escort thee to thy ship
I don’t suppose you’d like to leave a tip?
