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!

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