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Satan comes, robs my attention
But he runs, at any mention...of Your name
Put in plain, black and white
Darkness flees when comes light
Light burns it away
Now it looks bad, and he looks glad
But in the end we have the victory...in Your name.
Put in plain, black and white
Darkness flees when in comes light
Light burns it away
Leave, dark leave you have no place to stay...here
Grieve, don't breath 'til you've died away...from here
May the Archangels smite you,
May the Archangels dice you...
May the Archangels smite you,
May the Archangels dice you...
In Jesus name!
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