SATAN'S RULE

Blood on our highways.
London pavements exploding.
Another terrorist bombing.
Destruction for destruction's sake.

Another racist inciting hatred.
A hostage brutally beheaded.
Another suicide from the thirteenth floor.
The complacent belief that He is myth
is the greatest error of all.

Our Groves are eerily deserted since
we invited Him inside.
Now His is the only voice we hear -
possession, it seems, is rife.
Do we assume these atrocities ours alone?
Then it's time to open our eyes.

For we're nothing more than dispensable pawns
in His chess game with the Beings of Light,
and for millennia He's been advancing through us,
bringing darkness and eternal night.

False priests are on his payroll -
their sermons lead straight to Him.
They're convinced they're buying a stairway to Heaven
through the sacrifice of innocent Souls.

Dear Merlyn,
We need you more than ever now,
or we're surely going to burn!

Now the time is right to re-ignite
the Divine Spark within
and burn away these corrosive shackles
that bind us to mortal sin.

So we concentrate hard on the Pentacle
inverted upon the wall,
and with willpower alone we loose the nails
until one-by-one they fall.

Now this sacred icon is uprighting itself -
Oh wow...isn't that real cool?
And Clas Myrddin's Guardian is rising again
to free us from Satan's rule.