Spirit of the Flesh

A story of good against evil, where evil flourished everywhere
Look in the eyes of the innocent
There's no judgement here
He dwells of the purest
Thoughts not knowing
What's to come in the end
The spirit will come in the dead of the night
With a noose that fits so perfectly
Gripping his soul with the talons of doom
No one is forever free
Look in the eyes of the innocent
There's no judgement here
He dwells of the purest
Thoughts not knowing
What's to come in the end
The spirit will come in the dead of the night
With a noose that fits so perfectly
Gripping his soul with the talons of doom
Now he is forever free
The spirit will come in the dead of the night
Gripping his soul with the talons of doom
No one is forever free



Credits
Writer(s): Charles Smith
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