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See them coming they are possessed 
See them coming they are obsessed 
See them coming they are undressed
Their blood filled eyes stares at us in disgust 
And big guns protrudes from their sides, they are ready to fight
They are dressed in thick green jeans, hard helmet and blood in their forehead 
Look they are marching through the streets some in boots and other with their bare feet
The commander is walking in front of them
He is wearing a bulletproof vest and has a gun strapped across his chest
Angry faces marching down the street heart rambling like drum beat
The lieutenant and colonel walking side by side with a big mission insight
They march around the town going from door to door
Dragging out the offenders and throwing them on the floor
Their long horns pointed in the air in defiant 
And their spirit filled thorns made my skin crawls 
Such mockery  is a sign that the antichrist is here
The skies are getting dark and streets are filled with watermarks
I have never seen such evil before 
Until I witnessed the entire show it in the spirit
Dig up the old graves in your backyard and shake the dirt out of the skull
Dig up the skulls in the abandon tower with all your will power
Pull up weeds and turn them over in the street
Throw out the candles from the basement and put them on the pavement
Mash up the antagonizing ritual and free the wounded souls
Overturn the pot of burning blood and clean up the mud
Remove the dead people bones from under the bed and throw them in the seabed
Take the dirty sheets off the bed and stop worshiping the dead
You have caused a lot of bloodshed and many people are without bread
Your act of humanity is to create a living cemetery 
Mend your wicked ways you are a global disgrace
You who profess to teach what do you teach?
You who profess to care who you care for?
You who say that you love who do you love?
The evil forces are raging against good and everything is falsehood
Are you still using the sorcerer's doorman in your gameplan?
I can see everything in living colors and the days are getting shorter
The sanctified and holy is a domestic sham
You are supposed to be the land of the holy one
But you have wicked henchman to carry out your dirty plans
Pull up the old devil spells and tear down the  initiations bells
Mash up the devil divinity cult with whom you consult
Simon the sorcerer boasts of his greatness but he was brainless 
People followed him because he was shameless
The devil’s army is here and they are creating havoc everywhere
You cannot fight the devil if you are weak
You must arm yourself with the best technique
Figure out which side you are on before you join the marching band
The devil’s army is very strong and has accomplices all over the land
They camp out on mountain and influence the rising sun
With singing and bleating sheep, twilight sleep and black bird peep
The devil’s arm is brutal
The devil’s army is merciless
They are not the crusaders 
They are the occult blood suckers
They have a certain mark in their chest
And their smile will grind you to death
Dead men are reborn, they look at you and laugh you to scorn
The devil’s army are thirsty for blood they cause the fire and the flood
Look the fire is burning in the village 
The devil’s army has just passed through and slaughtered all the privileged
Smoke bellows among the woods and the charred remains of what used to be the holy place stood still
The smell of death washes through the town and everyone is running up and down
The devil’s army is committing buttery through and through 
And his followers are you.
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