Like unmoving statues the napkins are laid
Laying calm and still with no signs of any fade
Praise Satin for he knows best
The small squares sit calmly as we shuffle closer
Our offering awakens and looks around
A young woman her cheap name tag implying that she is a grocer
Praise Satin for he knows all
I draw nearer to the woman as she trembles in fear
"There's no reason to fret It'll all be over soon my dear"
She sees me unsheathe my dagger and begins to scream
My blade cuts her screams short as my cohort leans over to catch her body
Praise Satin for he sees all
Our offering is complete and the ritual must start
Praise Satin for he hears all
"Some call some cry some don't do anything at all and only one has to die"
We chanted in unison
The Earth rattles and shakes and cracks and breaks
Praise Satin for he has arisen
His claw pulls our offering into his gaping maw
He looks into my eyes and I see death pain suffering and fire
I shudder to think of what it would be like to obtain his ire
His time is up and he returns to his prison his mission still incomplete
He leaves behind a gift perhaps a hint to his return?
I unravel the parcel and notice a significant lack of odor
A small napkin imprinted with the word "Soon" a definite sign of the world's impending doom
At the bottom was a phrase written all in Latin
It was short sweet and to the point as all it said was
"Praise Satin"
Sandshone - Praise Satin (feat. The Seven Lords) Lyrics
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Like unmoving statues the napkins are laid
Laying calm and still with no signs of any fade
Praise Satin for he knows best
The small squares sit calmly as we shuffle closer
Our offering awakens and looks around
A young woman her cheap name tag implying that she is a grocer
Praise Satin for he knows all
I draw nearer to the woman as she trembles in fear
"There's no reason to fret It'll all be over soon my dear"
She sees me unsheathe my dagger and begins to scream
My blade cuts her screams short as my cohort leans over to catch her body
Praise Satin for he sees all
Our offering is complete and the ritual must start
Praise Satin for he hears all
"Some call some cry some don't do anything at all and only one has to die"
We chanted in unison
The Earth rattles and shakes and cracks and breaks
Praise Satin for he has arisen
His claw pulls our offering into his gaping maw
He looks into my eyes and I see death pain suffering and fire
I shudder to think of what it would be like to obtain his ire
His time is up and he returns to his prison his mission still incomplete
He leaves behind a gift perhaps a hint to his return?
I unravel the parcel and notice a significant lack of odor
A small napkin imprinted with the word "Soon" a definite sign of the world's impending doom
At the bottom was a phrase written all in Latin
It was short sweet and to the point as all it said was
"Praise Satin"
Laying calm and still with no signs of any fade
Praise Satin for he knows best
The small squares sit calmly as we shuffle closer
Our offering awakens and looks around
A young woman her cheap name tag implying that she is a grocer
Praise Satin for he knows all
I draw nearer to the woman as she trembles in fear
"There's no reason to fret It'll all be over soon my dear"
She sees me unsheathe my dagger and begins to scream
My blade cuts her screams short as my cohort leans over to catch her body
Praise Satin for he sees all
Our offering is complete and the ritual must start
Praise Satin for he hears all
"Some call some cry some don't do anything at all and only one has to die"
We chanted in unison
The Earth rattles and shakes and cracks and breaks
Praise Satin for he has arisen
His claw pulls our offering into his gaping maw
He looks into my eyes and I see death pain suffering and fire
I shudder to think of what it would be like to obtain his ire
His time is up and he returns to his prison his mission still incomplete
He leaves behind a gift perhaps a hint to his return?
I unravel the parcel and notice a significant lack of odor
A small napkin imprinted with the word "Soon" a definite sign of the world's impending doom
At the bottom was a phrase written all in Latin
It was short sweet and to the point as all it said was
"Praise Satin"
Writer: Evan Lacy
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