El Giftus Satanus Songtext
von Sterbhaus

It′s the day of the beast
And the final dish at the feast
Has just been served and eaten
And now it's time for my speech
Though a man of science
Whose anatomy shouldn′t work
I'm a man of few words without lips
But with tongue in cheek and shining bones

This is the age of the mass population
The indoctrination of a herd unheard
Who spent too much time whining about...

Satan!
Now you got your wish
Your meet and greet with
Satan!
What kind of a job is this for a skeleton anyway?
Hauling drunken ass fat hypocrites
To the halls of the dreaming dead


Oh well I guess it isn't that bad in hell
When you don′t think of it in terms of wages
There are perks of the trade
As a henchman of the dead
As a collector of all things that perish
I get to take your last breath!

Satan!
Now you got your wish
Your meet and greet with
Satan!

And as the feast is at an end
I chime the bell for those I send
Back to the shore of unsure reality
With Satan!

El Giftus Satanus!
The gift that keeps on giving
Whether you′re dead whether you're living
El Giftus Satanus!
Never wrapped never topped with a bow
But hidden torn asunder ′neath the snow

Now you got your wish
Your meet and greet in the fire
Now you got your wish
Your meet and greet with the devil!
...With Satan!