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There it is

The evil sits

It's on the table with the

Game of wits

It's an open door and it's

A trap it calls to you

While it sits on your lap

You begin to hear you

Hear the screams

Which startles you in

Your own dreams

It is a voice of your own

Past it is a spell over

Your soul to cast

Chorus:

You are near

To your death

No way out

Progressive entrapment

You hear the voice

It calls to you

Now there is nothing that

You can do

You've opened the door

And it's too late he comes for

You be sure stop and look out

Stop look out

Chorus

Mosh apart -

The key to the past

Sits front of you

Abusing the power progresses

Your doom

Your friends they fall dead one by one

Death and destruction caused

Just for fun

Now evil comes from inside of you

You try to resist but it subdues

It's back to life

Feeds on your soul

You continue to fight but for

You the bell it tolls

Here freedom rides on its

White horse

Almighty above on the right course

Will you be saved

Now you shall choose

Good verses evil

Malfator will lose

Now you shall choose