The spell of love, the spell of hate
The mix of evil and intention
The breath of cruelty,the works of satin
His pride his joy ,his bad extention.
A corrupt thought ,of one worthy of hellfire
who'll have to pay in a horrid way for every disturbed desire.
One who the devil himself befriends, with his work a piece of cake
One who lives not for God and who causes happy homes to shake
the maker of trouble the doer of wrong
the taker of peace,from whom it belongs
the twisted thinking of such a soul,deserves what he will get
and his life untill then will be a life that he'll regret.
flames dance around this 'one'waiting for thier feed
and this 'one' will soon come to know,he's watered the wrong seed.
a fate awaits this heart of black and the magic it has stirred
and all that it has done for him,and his every evil word.
black magic of satin ,I protect myself from you
and God will shield me no matter what you do.
whispers,hair,and the infamous red string
read on drinks and squinted eyes and a voice that cannot sing.
you dont fool me ,I know who you are,
but most of all ,I know how to keep you far.
do you think that your little friend can help you in the end
or when your taken back to the one who created your friend
you laugh today,but I will laugh tomorrow
as you dig your grave and create with arrogance your sorrow