Enemy Of God - Bewitched

There’s a stench of death and terror in the air

It sweeps across the land

The men of god are trembling with fear

As evil takes command

The hater of the holy, he bears the Devilґs mark

At one with the night, at one with the dark

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He’s the enemy of god

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The night unfolds and the moon is on the rise

There is no turning back

Everywhere you can hear the holy cries

As evil attack

The hater of the holy, filled with Satan’s wrath

He’ll spit on the cross as he walks the Devil’s path

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He’s the enemy of god

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