the devil is an englishman

a poet walks amongst the gods

but jealous men have pulled me down

now exiled in a foreign land

i coax my demons into life

while people cross themselves and say

the devil is an englishman

beelzebub in human form

i mingle with the noblemen

young girls fall pleading at my feet

as i defile them one by one

devouring half of london town

the devil is an englishman

a nest of tiny scorpions

are breeding in my cranium

poet laureate of hell

the devil is an englishman

in yet a hundred years from now

as leeches suck upon the flesh

for those who trek beyond the grave

this dark demented soul lives on

the devil is an englishman