[Words and Music by Richard Lynch] He wears the coat of darkness You know he wears it well He is the king of evil Sent to us straight from hell Working his master plan Destroying all of man So quickly to deceive With tricks stuffed up his sleeve Stabbing then twisting the accuser slices you Stomping and spitting a curse on you all Death wont avenge to the victors completion Whos saving their souls from the darkness to fall! He knows he cant prevail Thrown to the gates of hell Forced down on to knee Thrown to the firey sea
thrown, firey, wear, accuser, lynch