The devil is in the details
So I study every line
There’s heathens in the mountains
They think they’re worshiping divine

I just can’t help but wonder
How their worlds so deep intwined
It keeps me from my slumber
Maybe they’re just benign

Yet somehow I feel this hunger
Ravenous, empty malign
Is there something deeper missing
Is there something to their whine

Is there malice in their prayers
As they bow below their shrine
does healthy faith fulfil their purpose
Or does the dark pursue their minds

I often think of them These heathens
As they live their brainwashed lives
Are they ever going to notice
That they’ll never be free but confined

Ideals and rules they keep them barred
Like so many in the past
Yes I may bare many a scar
But it is I who will outlast

The devil is in the details
Or so I’m told a lot
The devil is in the details
You best beware his plots

Many men have been led astray
Many men’s minds have Rot
I see the pain upon their face
The machines of war do not

The world will turn while many burn
Sun up , rain or shine
The night will forever remain and return  
Saving so many from the heat of light

Others won’t count themselves so lucky
As the night yearns to consume their souls
The darkness ensues
The blackness will churn

Many lose heart and cave
Just to become forgotten lives
Wiped a new by the rays of dawn
Such a pity yet the sun must rise

A new day of torment awaits
Not always were things so sinister
They’re getting worse but it’s not too late
Mankind still has a card to play

That card will decide it’s fate
Will you be apart of the new world order
Or will you guard the gates
The war is coming like it or not
This war decides our fate

The devil is in the details
But devils don’t decide our fate
The devil is in the details
It is time to stop playing it’s game

The devil is in the details
The devil is at our gates
Don’t give the devil free reign
Or you’ll never decide your own fate