Pseudopropetæ

I closed my eyes and saw a old man
A hidden face behind a mask
He was ruling and spoken
Many words in the name of the Lord
Like a whisper, that sweet voice
Bringing the tears to their eyes
Putting all the love and trust in him
He who are blessing their lifes
But sudden the skies are grey
And falled is the mask
This disfigured face

The God's place want enthrone
Dressed in black sent by Lucifer
Like a fox between ruins
An angel from hell, with curse and spells
Possessing their souls
With his prophecies of life and death
Pursuit to the body of Christ
With his satanic wisdom

Will take their lifes to the doom
For disgrace of who walk into his ways
The false prophet shall try on
To destroy the Church of Christ
Deceiver, fallen angel, undressed of Grace
Betrayer, false prophet and Satan’s slave