Neo Satán

Do you remember the man with horns?
That old red one, the king of hell?
If you are able to keep a secret
You won't believe it...

I've seen him in hours when in the mirror,
I no longer reflect,
Cursing at the top of my lungs...
What an outrage!

He said... How is it possible that I, the devil?
Yes... the devil!
I've been stripped of my authority,
I was banished like this by a mortal...

Today I couldn't even scare children
And I'm the laughingstock in this damn carnival
I can teach you my worst secrets of evil,
To lie and steal and have the people vote for you again

And to kill your own son if necessary...
Poor devil!...
He doesn't know who he got involved with,
People relentless in the art of evil,

No politician is trustworthy,
And there are certain things you shouldn't lend
The parade is starting to move away and the poor devil
Dancing behind, so decadent he starts to cry,

Thinking that if he has the trident, it's Neo-Satan's...
It's Neo-Satan!!!
And Neo-Satan rules...