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You sense the presence of the Devil

as fear crawls under your skin

sweaty hands hold tight the cross of jesus

as hordes of black arise

It's like a jump into the dark void

with your feet tied

absurd beliefs of blind salvation

time to let the saints cry

He’s there, but you won’t see him

His face, grinning with spite

Your nightmares don’t disappear with daylight

Still sure about that wretched dude?

Await the blackest of omens!

Let the whips crack, unholy and severe

Let those bloody wounds delight the infernal charioteer