Son of Satan

From The Chronicles of Death

Son of Satan

The seed of a warlock
and raised by a witch.
A hell raisin hell hound
with a stone killer's itch.

He maimed and murdered,
those blocking his path.
He made them feel small
with a terrible laugh.

Now he cursed and swore
as he burned down the town.
"All you insects are dead,"
"No more screwin around."

He was the son of Satan
in lowly human form.
On the breath of the devil,
he'd ride in on a storm.

There's only one guarantee,
that you can't ignore.
He'll kill you and me,
a stone killer to the core.