Satan is tired from all the blames;
You're the one that sinned,
Not the evil lonely him.
Don't say you were tempted—
All he does is howl
Like his tortured crowd.
His whispers are loud,
Far from a soft mistress' moans.
He's not the one to boast
Nor does gold glitter in his eyes—
Only flames and sacrifice.
He's the full wrath of evil,
And he has a God to defeat.
He doesn't care if fools like hell's heat.