Accuser

[Words and Music by Richard Lynch]
 He wears the coat of darkness
 You know he wears it well
 He is the king of evil
 Sent to us straight from hell
 Working his master plan
 Destroying all of man
 So quickly to deceive
 With tricks stuffed up his sleeve
 Stabbing then twisting the accuser slices you
 Stomping and spitting a curse on you all
 Death won't avenge to the victors completion
 Who's saving their souls from the darkness to fall!
 He knows he can't prevail
 Thrown to the gates of hell
 Forced down on to knee
 Thrown to the firey sea