Brocas Helm Satans Prophets Lyrics

Satans Prophets Lyrics

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