Burn

[G. Rodgers / R. Martinez]Burn, Satan, burn

Burn, Satan, burnThe separations coming, the sheep from the goats

There are only two sides, no inbetweeners hopeFor all our friends that you've got hold

And made them slaves they don't know

For them I will not sin in ceasing to pray

But I'll be glad when your damned, time will not delayBurn, Satan, burn

Burn, Satan, burnThe separations coming, the sheep from the goats

There are only two sides, no inbetweeners hopeFor now we must deal with it as it is unto this day

We wrestle not against flesh and blood, so we'll be glad to sayBurn, Satan, burn

Burn, Satan, burn