Satan is a Woman's Name

I met The Devil, but he has a woman's name

But after that single night, I'll never be the same

We danced upon the altar in God's House

All the while I couldn't stop thinking of what's under her blouse

We painted skulls and pentagrams upon each other

Bathed in blood we make love under the covers

Of night, and the sight of such a woman

Makes me forget that she's just a daemon

Just like God, Satan is just not real

Thanks to her, I have no soul left to steal

But hell is real, fire, brimstone and strife

And I've lived there ever since she walked out of my life.

-Jack Lungu