Spirit of Death
The time is here and the people are still
Life is hard and misleading
People are struggling but the aim is to kill
They're distant from God and have no guiding
The time to strike is now
Voices sent to heads of many
Whispers in the ears of men
Words of unspoken fear and consequence
End it end it, just end it
Anything to make the voices stop
How advanced are the works of the devil
The master of deceit whispers to our ears
The strong stay steadfast and struggle
But the weak cannot control the voices in their head, and so all they want is to make it stop
Am no pastor but even I know when the devil is dancing