Brocas Helm - Satan's Prophets lyrics

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