Formless was the void where darkness covered the face
of the deep
The demons thrived, the obscured earth was theirs
Knowing not destitution or the desolated thereof
Theirs was a life without guilt and obligation

Carefree
Blissful
Without regret
Then came a wind from god and there was light
What thrived in darkness now languished and died
Seven days it took to alter the ancient order
Those of the void await to restore what was theirs

Carefree
Blissful
Without regret
Restore the demonic earth

A race was created in the image of an imperfect god
A defective race that could not possibly prevail
Us demons lingered on
Anguished for aeons in the earthly kingdom of god
Waiting for Satan to come and restore our

Carefree
Blissful
Without regret
Restore the demonic earth