It starts with the evil
In all of the good
Doing good things
That you know that you shouldNever have to worry
About ever being free
Satan cast his spell
On you and meLightness is his darkness
Darkness is his magic
If you don't listen
You'll wind up
something tragicStarts with the evil
In all of the good
Doing good things that
You know that you shouldSatan's prophets
Satan casts his spell on you
Satan's prophets
Satan casts his spellYou played with your magic
But you dropped out of school
Learning bad things
Never did nothing for youYou idle hands were
The Dark Lord black tools
Now the Reaper will harvest
And leave nothing for youYou could have walked
the white line
The straight and narrow road
Pledged glory to Jesus
Sanctified your soulBut no you took a gamble
For that pot of gold
You came up a winner but
You still lost your soul