The devil danced in the shadow of the cross,
A twisted joy, a twisted cause.
He thought he’d delivered the Son of God to death.
A crown of thorns, a crown of sins.
He was gleeful, cheering, dancing, and celebrating,
A fiendish cheer, a fiendish decree.
He thought he’d sealed the Son of God to death.
A final blow, a final script and eternally doomed to his king…
