Better To Rule Hell Than Serve In Heaven (Song 06)
Keith Cook - guitar, bass, vocals Leon Russell - drum machine, arrangement
Keith Cook was the guitarist for the protopunk band Debris with whom he was included in a history exhibit covering the notable rock and rollers from their home
Keith Cook
Story behind the song
Awhile back I ended up with Leon Russell's drum machine.
I wrote 20 songs around everything left on it and there were 9 that he arranged which are denoted by the number he saved them on the machine as being included in the title, for example (Song 01).
I also included alternate versions of those 9 songs as instrumentals.
Lyrics
Dressed in ermine
a murderer from the beginning
not holding to the truth
for there is no truth in him
lies are his native tongue
the father of lies
prowls around like a roaring lion
looking for someone to devour
the invisible ruler of the world
up and down,
to and fro the earth around,
seeking to destroy the souls of men
The world is his farm
and its people are his plowmen
a Lying Spirit in the mouth of all his Prophets
The ancient serpent
Throws no stones
the angel of the abyss
who holds the power of death
The dragon
Fell like lightning from heaven
morning star
Son of the Dawn
He does as he may care
The fallen angel
Brought death to the world
Flaming arrows
From The prince of the power of the air
the destroyer
The ruler of the abyss
His finest trick is convince you that he does not exist
The adversary
the accuser
The tempter
The demonic trinity
Then cometh the Wicked one
Prince of Demons
sons of Belial
The god of this world
His original nature was Darkness
His smoke has made its way into the Temple of God through some crack
the cause of illness
humanity's three enemies
Death the world and self
the prince of darkness
I saw him fall
prince of this world
Hell make you a deal
Give him his due
JustSpeak his name and he is sure to appear to you
He looks after his own
An empty mind
And idle hands
Better to rule in Hell than serve in Heaven
The devil may care
The flames of hell never bothered him
And walked away
A smile on his face
He is crouching with his arms held up
he has only four fingers and toes
You belong to your father, the devil, and you want to carry out your fathers desires
Your enemy the
the evil one
Witches flying on broomsticks
Sexual rites in the forest
Murder human infants
Devoured in ceremony
Demons
Fever leprosy arthritis
a distant land of no return,
a house of dust where the dead dwell
a sealed fortress,
seven gates,
barred against invasion or escape
the pit
the grave
death
where both soul and body are destroyed
unquenchable fire
Serpents, brood of vipers
corpses of criminals
Worms bred and fed in the smoke filled filth
cast out into outer darkness
the darkness
flames continuously burn and rain from the sky
rivers of molten metal flow freely
heretics are locked in flaming tombs
Weeping And Gnashing Of Teeth
Place Of No Rest
fiery lake of burning sulfur
lake of fire
Chamber of Tongue Ripping,
The Chamber of Scissors,
The Chamber of Iron Cycads,
the Chamber of Mirror,
Chamber of Steamer,
Forest of Copper Column,
Mountain of Knives,
the Hill of Ice,
Cauldron of Boiling Oil
Chamber of Ox,
Chamber of Rock,
Chamber of Pounding,
Town of Suicide,
Chamber of Dismemberment,
Mountain of Flames,
Yard of Stone Mill,
Chamber of Saw
Pool of Blood,
It's better to rule Hell than serve in Heaven
