Slowly crossing as the river runs below.
Never stopping for whats waiting soon will slow.
And this last time looking back I'll see my home.
For he awaits me, reaching for my soul.
He calls my name, and waves me on.
The fallen one he stands in flame.
Well the life that he has given full of riches and success
has a price that I made good in blood to pay.
And the light he now is showing to guide my every footstep
is insurance if I falter on my way.
And what God has now forsaken and man has never seen
are the riches of the underworld below.
All my years of earthly pleasures gave support unto the briges.
I now cross it giving him my soul.
Dark Lord, I summon thee,
demanding the sacred right to burn in hell.
Ride up to hells hot wind.
Face one more evil than thou.
Take my lustful soul.
Drink my blood as I drink yours.
Impale me on the horns of death.
Cut off my head. Release all my evil.
Lucifer is king. Praise Satan!
I know the one who waits. Satan is his name.
Across the bridge of death, there he stands in flame.
I know the one who waits. Satan is his name.
Across the bridge of death, there he stands in flame.
He is my provider as I walk into the void.
For eternity I give to him my soul.
I shall do his bidding, obey him without question,
even walk among the living if I'm told.
Satan, don't forsake me! I wait for you take me.
Grant me wings and as you messenger I'll fly.
