Sequestered Into Satan’s Fold
Sequestered into Satan’s fold!
Abysmal furies gripping cold,
Into a bitter bondage sold,
With demons strutting bold…
Damnation’s troop,
In wings that droop,
My servitude a savage loop,
The ghosts of mourning stop to stoop,
An ill begotten group.
Sequestered into Satan’s ire!
With heady brimstone out the fire,
Tis only freedom I desire,
I’ll perish at the pyre!
Damnation’s pall,
An endless thrall,
With voices mad that start to gall,
The repercussions of the fall,
Injustice in a squall!
Sequestered into Satan’s trap!
With ghoulish beasts upon the lap,
The spectres swoop and start to clap,
My lifeblood for a sap…
Damnation’s dread,
Throughout my head,
With whorish women at my bed,
I’d pray to God for all the dread,
And rise to heaven fled.
Sequestered into Satan’s lair!
With knotted jetsam in my hair,
Tis all the shades of wrath I wear,
Despicable despair!
Damnation’s claw,
Which I abhor,
Conducted to a stricken shore,
The greedy blackness wanting more,
Tis Satan I deplore!
