Satan's Prophets Lyrics - Singles - Brocas Helm

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