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As i slip through

the surly bonds of death

i fear no evil



For my heart is not troubled

and my soul is at peace



The lord has dressed me in his armour

i fear no man,flesh or spirit

i carry his sword six feet in lenghth

it burns with fire demons at my feet

like ants in my site



I fear no evil

for the lords chariot will come

for me tonight,here i am dressed in white

trimmed in gold a sight to behold



Soon to be whisked up

to the promiced land

where i will become a holy spirit

and no longer mortal man...