FORK YOU SATAN!!!

Once light adorned the morning star,
But pride and lies would take him far.
He challenged God and sought the throne,
Now darkness claims what was his own.

Cast from heaven, his angels fell,
Their hearts turned cold, their voices rebel.
To earth confined, their fury spread,
The world grew dark beneath their tread.

Satan’s time is short, the fight is won,
His works are crushed, his lies undone.
No throne to claim, no place to run—
Put a fork in him, he’s done.

He tempts the hearts of humankind,
With fleeting joys that twist the mind.
Yet God assures us truth stands fast,
His promise sure—the pain won’t last.

The serpent’s voice deceived the pair,
And sin took root in Eden’s air.
But through one man, the ransom came,
To clear the stain, erase the shame.

Satan’s time is short, the fight is won,
His works are crushed, his lies undone.
No throne to claim, no place to run—
Put a fork in him, he’s done.

For now, the wicked hold their reign,
Their whisper feeds on grief and pain.
Yet soon their rule will meet its end,
When Christ returns, all hearts to mend.

Then peace will bloom where war once grew,
The earth made clean, the skies made new.
The LORD'S own hand will heal and guide,
And love, not hate, will dwell inside.

Satan’s time is short, the fight is won,
His works are crushed, his lies undone.
No throne to claim, no place to run—
Put a fork in him, he’s done.
Satan’s time is short, the fight is won,
His works are crushed, his lies undone.
No throne to claim, no place to run—
Put a fork in him, he’s done.
No throne to claim, no place to run—
Put a fork in him, he’s done.
Put a fork in him, he’s done.

dark, apocalyptic folk‑rock sound: upbeat medium tempo, minor key, simple strummed guitar, heavy drum beat
male vocals