Taking me down the path of sin,
Belial calls my name on liar tongue,
Sweet, soft, liac profession of incarnate love,
Taking form in soft flesh
Seduction flowing over and over
Whipped into submission
Told lies of love
Learning to hate the soul within
Gone the innocence of soft human dreams
Lies forming demonic presence in future dreams
Freed, freed, freed,
Freed, freed,
Freed,
Trice my chains broke,
From personal desire,
To lying tongue,
And fowled vision,
Declared free of any sanity.
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