Brocas Helm - Satan's Prophets lyrics

rate me

It starts with the evil

In all of the good

Doing good things

That you know that you should

Never have to worry

About ever being free

Satan cast his spell

On you and me

Lightness is his darkness

Darkness is his magic

If you don't listen

You'll wind up

something tragic

Starts with the evil

In all of the good

Doing good things that

You know that you should

Satan's prophets

Satan casts his spell on you

Satan's prophets

Satan casts his spell

You played with your magic

But you dropped out of school

Learning bad things

Never did nothing for you

You idle hands were

The Dark Lord black tools

Now the Reaper will harvest

And leave nothing for you

You could have walked

the white line

The straight and narrow road

Pledged glory to Jesus

Sanctified your soul

But no you took a gamble

For that pot of gold

You came up a winner but

You still lost your soul