Okay, so Mega Man 3's Game Over Theme doesn't really have lyrics. But this guy makes a living giving lyrics to video game music.
In this one, he imagined what the Game Over Music's message was, and it's generally about "How I will put you down as much as possible for failing the game." -- something that would make a kid really cry and not play the game anymore.
Warning: The original video's content contains profanity in language.
In some way while watching this, I thought that I can actually do a similar Trash-talking Theme to Satan. So this should've been the basis of the parody. But I think it ended up better since it addresses some of the most common misconceptions concerning Satan, four of them being:
- He's afraid of the Bible
- He's on a soul-snatching contest with Jesus
- He's a dracula with a tail, a pitchfork, and large horns
- He's the ruler of Hell
I can only hope that you can hear these lyrics instead of the "original song".
Lyrics:
Have your fun, but you'll be done
The Word of God sheds your facade
You're not quite as crude
As everyone else portrays you
Don't you try to judge me with
My sins imbued to have me duped
You don't have much power
'Cept try to tempt, so I'm resisting
You have more intelligence
And cite the Bible whole by head
Though so many in the whole world
Would think it scares you
It's imagined that you grab
Some souls from Jesus to bring back
As if it's a match, when to Michael
You lost a fight
It's bad that lies have spread like that
You must be glad, but I'm not sad
The Bible still makes exact
answers to depict you
How'd they even blurred your look
A bat with fork, and horns like hooks
When you look much whiter
Disguising as an angel - lighter
You'll be cast into the pit
You don't rule over it
You really are reserved
To be burnt alive
You don't own Hell, though it's for you
And your angels; sinners too
Burn fin'lly to death for all time
Because it's God Who truly reigns... forever
The Word of God sheds your facade
You're not quite as crude
As everyone else portrays you
Don't you try to judge me with
My sins imbued to have me duped
You don't have much power
'Cept try to tempt, so I'm resisting
You have more intelligence
And cite the Bible whole by head
Though so many in the whole world
Would think it scares you
It's imagined that you grab
Some souls from Jesus to bring back
As if it's a match, when to Michael
You lost a fight
It's bad that lies have spread like that
You must be glad, but I'm not sad
The Bible still makes exact
answers to depict you
How'd they even blurred your look
A bat with fork, and horns like hooks
When you look much whiter
Disguising as an angel - lighter
You'll be cast into the pit
You don't rule over it
You really are reserved
To be burnt alive
You don't own Hell, though it's for you
And your angels; sinners too
Burn fin'lly to death for all time
Because it's God Who truly reigns... forever
