Playing With Fire

Singing of death, singing of hate, singing of demons and ghosts

Twisting their minds, taking their souls, digging their graves with your boasts

Just for an image, just for the rhyme, words that you don't even mean

Singing of things you don't understand, making your life so unclean

You're doing the devil a favour

Your payment is waiting in hell

Instead of a friend an enslaver

You don't have to believe to fall under the spell

Using your words for destruction

But its harder to build than destroy

Unknowingly used for seduction

No power is yours, your just used as a toy

Why do you look down to the grave, you know there's more power elsewhere

Don't have to be cruel, don't have to be evil cos' of the length of your hair

You look to the witches, you look to the devil, why don't you look higher?

D'you wanna be slave? d'you wanna be burned? so why d'you play with fire?

You sing the words but you don't mean what you say

You play his game but he'll take you one day

You use a force that is real, one day you'll pay the price

Please understand, he'll trick you, he'll fool you

You'll do his work 'cos you're his slave

Tou can change the path that you're taking

But there's only one way...

He will betray you taking your soul

Torture and enslave you, who's in control? (not you)

Have you the guts not to conform

Join us against him, no longer mourn...