Black Magic Wicked enemies are using magic to frighten Without relizing that vice cannot surpass virtue But they don't know that are but just brighten Wrath for themselves they are going to pursue
Vice my friend will never ever surpass virtue It may not have the strength of but truth Great love help me to be straight thru and thru My sincerity and my love make me uncouth
Hatred has to die and love has to flourish Love is an emblem of God to take care My sacrifice for love will make me nourish I am a slave of Master hence soothsayer