Tempt
Child of Satan, hailed from fire
Intended evil, unnatural desire
Clad in rich robes of filth, he'll cross the line
To greet his prey and then ensign
He's definite every man has his price
Bearing forbidden fruit, he will entice
Men shiver this side of the grave,
kneel down and pray their soul to save
Obey the standards of the cross, stand by the holy crown
For the black horse cannot trample you unless you readily lie down.