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These evil men have long Wished for my demise But lo, And with the sword of truth I arise Defend me lord, At thy right hand I will stand firm Against these demons Crawling, stalking All 'Cross the land Of god Sephirot I shall serve Dread Master calls my name String up these wicked kin For Jesus, win my fame Alright! Ah cursed be these witch hunts That 'ere that they began They've taken out of England Many a fine young lass Hear now how the bell tolls, Hopkins has come to town To try and hang the witches And dunk them till they drown Where is your Satan now? He's Wearing your thorny crown The pleasure to kill is mine... You are Doomed For all time!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
I'm your friendly fortune seller I've got money on my mind, oh yes I heard from lord protector himself Your soul is on my saving list Stroll 'round heav'nly Beulah with me See your mansion of gold, all yours Ripe for living out your immortal years Crown of silver be thy reward I cannot tell you when you will die No one knoweth the day nor the hour I can feel it, the blessed day is nigh Christ returned in glory, on white horse! You will sell your soul to me And kindly pay my usual fee By thine intercession I hand thee thy token When the dead arise For our lord, you have spoken Oh yes... ...Fare thee well!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026