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V1
He sits alone in a tomb
Like a virginal womb
Demons flock to his side
His soul and mind to divide

To pick and pull at his mind
Where one thought is enshrined
Like vultures to the feast they're coming
His heart and mind they're….

Bridge
Drumming
Strumming
Poking
Prodding

Chorus
Oh, he's the bane of evil
Girded with the holy name
Oh, he's the scourge of demons
With one sign they are all rendered lame
He's watching
Waiting
Guarding
Heaven in the very depths of hell

V2
Twenty years in the tomb
The doom of the doomed
Ephemera stripped away
No longer fearing the fray

Now the tomb is a shrine
They flock to him to find
Wisdom for their healing
But the glory he's…

Bridge
Concealing
Bells are pealing
Supplicants kneeling
In their hearts they're feeling

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