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The soldier in exile march homewards
His mission completed
When a man enters the scene
Appearing out of nowhere
Now hear my warning, soldier young
For as I speak now the flames are rising
A vision takes form on the astral
Oh home sweet home
But something is wrong with the scene
Why Lord why...oh the fire
For thou hast turned your back on God
And as I speak now the flames are consuming
I show the truth beyond
So stand now and behold
Oh, Satan knows my name
The dweller of the threshold
Rising flames were devouring his house
This must be a dream so vile
Yet it all seemed so clear in his vision
Was it real or traumatic illusions of war?
The soldier passed out on his way home
And woke up to that eerie voice
Repeating the same words of warning
And showed him a house in ruins
As thou hast turned your back on God
The church has now taken the last of your own blood
I show the truth beyond
So stand now and behold
Oh, Satan knows my name
The dweller of the threshold
