Where Souls Were Sold
I considered the horns, and, behold,
there came up among them another
little horn ... in this horn were eyes
like a man, and a mouth speaking
great things
... and the same horn made war
with the saints ...
Dan. 7:8, 21
In ancient visions foretold long ago,
seen was the demise of countless marked souls
And leading them to their death
was a dark, evil figure
He was blowing a little horn:
boasting blasphemous big scorn
Withstanding God,
railing against all that was holy and right
Incorrect notes blasting in the dark of night
He was leading the lost souls
down the wrong road
The evil man with the little horn blowing,
was leading the marked ones
to the place where souls were sold
It was the market place of hell,
ran by foul merchant devils
And the evil man with the little horn kept blowing;
his lips spitting out venomous sounds,
leading the marked souls further down
Down the road to perdition
Taking them to the damnation place
where souls were sold
And the evil man with the little horn continually blows,
gathering more and more lost souls
Everyone that hears the sound and follows,
are led to the place where their marked souls are sold
While the evil man
with the little horn
blows and blows
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