Satan's Soul Covers Ours
Surrounded by death, we live this life
we never see that in our hand lies a knife
we laugh when we see people dying
and when we die we ask why no one's crying
there is no more humanity
people's souls are filled with insanity
our hearts are turning black
because we won't fight the evil back
we're ignoring the tears that fall
we're ignoring the voices that call
and now we come and ask why,
why Satan's soul can never die...
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