| Song | Laying the Demon to Rest |
| Artist | Theocracy |
| Album | Mirror of Souls |
| 作曲 : Smith | |
| As I sit alone and tired, with time to spare | |
| temptation rears its ugly head | |
| Born from a deceptive dream into a nightmare | |
| it calls to me again | |
| Testing me to see if I will break this time | |
| or at least how far I'll bend | |
| I can see its glowing eyes and hear its evil cries | |
| 'Come dance with me, my friend...' | |
| So, the things that I want to do | |
| I find myself not doing | |
| but the things that I don't want to do | |
| I fall into | |
| (Why?) | |
| Why do we struggle with the former things | |
| and live in our own power below our means? | |
| (War) | |
| Don't you understand this is war? | |
| War with the principalities and powers | |
| things unseen that would devour us all | |
| (The spirit battles the flesh) | |
| And now my wounds are deep | |
| and torn wide open | |
| I'm tired and weary, hurt and broken down | |
| (Lead us not) | |
| into temptation | |
| (but deliver us) | |
| from the evil one | |
| (Darkness falls) | |
| On my spirit again | |
| (Again temptation calls) | |
| I can hear it | |
| As the battle rages on and on | |
| I face the things that put my faith to the test | |
| When fallen angels won't leave me alone | |
| Father, come and lay the demon to rest | |
| When my sword has broken off in my hand | |
| I see the dark futility of the flesh | |
| When I'm about to fall, please help me stand | |
| Father, come and lay the demon to rest | |
| They're on my back | |
| I run, but I can feel their talons | |
| digging in my flesh | |
| Blood trickles down upon the earth | |
| and I grow weaker with each breath | |
| Each time I shake one off | |
| another wraps its teeth around my neck | |
| And every time, the one, the thorn is there | |
| To tear me down again | |
| The angels counterstrike | |
| Their flaming swords slice through the fallen ones | |
| The demons reunite, attack again | |
| The cycle has begun | |
| Caught in the middle of this present darkness | |
| with nowhere to run | |
| We're in a holy war | |
| As it is written, so shall it be done | |
| Where there's a will, there's a way, they say | |
| but sometimes my will seems to get in the way | |
| So You will have to fight for me today | |
| So You will have to fight for me today | |
| So You will have to fight for me today | |
| As the battle rages on and on | |
| I face the things that put my faith to the test | |
| When fallen angels won't leave me alone | |
| Father, come and lay the demon to rest | |
| When my sword has broken off in my hand | |
| I see the dark futility of the flesh | |
| When I'm about to fall, please help me stand | |
| Father, come and lay the demon to rest | |
| To rest | |
| To rest | |
| To rest | |
| To rest |
| zuò qǔ : Smith | |
| As I sit alone and tired, with time to spare | |
| temptation rears its ugly head | |
| Born from a deceptive dream into a nightmare | |
| it calls to me again | |
| Testing me to see if I will break this time | |
| or at least how far I' ll bend | |
| I can see its glowing eyes and hear its evil cries | |
| ' Come dance with me, my friend...' | |
| So, the things that I want to do | |
| I find myself not doing | |
| but the things that I don' t want to do | |
| I fall into | |
| Why? | |
| Why do we struggle with the former things | |
| and live in our own power below our means? | |
| War | |
| Don' t you understand this is war? | |
| War with the principalities and powers | |
| things unseen that would devour us all | |
| The spirit battles the flesh | |
| And now my wounds are deep | |
| and torn wide open | |
| I' m tired and weary, hurt and broken down | |
| Lead us not | |
| into temptation | |
| but deliver us | |
| from the evil one | |
| Darkness falls | |
| On my spirit again | |
| Again temptation calls | |
| I can hear it | |
| As the battle rages on and on | |
| I face the things that put my faith to the test | |
| When fallen angels won' t leave me alone | |
| Father, come and lay the demon to rest | |
| When my sword has broken off in my hand | |
| I see the dark futility of the flesh | |
| When I' m about to fall, please help me stand | |
| Father, come and lay the demon to rest | |
| They' re on my back | |
| I run, but I can feel their talons | |
| digging in my flesh | |
| Blood trickles down upon the earth | |
| and I grow weaker with each breath | |
| Each time I shake one off | |
| another wraps its teeth around my neck | |
| And every time, the one, the thorn is there | |
| To tear me down again | |
| The angels counterstrike | |
| Their flaming swords slice through the fallen ones | |
| The demons reunite, attack again | |
| The cycle has begun | |
| Caught in the middle of this present darkness | |
| with nowhere to run | |
| We' re in a holy war | |
| As it is written, so shall it be done | |
| Where there' s a will, there' s a way, they say | |
| but sometimes my will seems to get in the way | |
| So You will have to fight for me today | |
| So You will have to fight for me today | |
| So You will have to fight for me today | |
| As the battle rages on and on | |
| I face the things that put my faith to the test | |
| When fallen angels won' t leave me alone | |
| Father, come and lay the demon to rest | |
| When my sword has broken off in my hand | |
| I see the dark futility of the flesh | |
| When I' m about to fall, please help me stand | |
| Father, come and lay the demon to rest | |
| To rest | |
| To rest | |
| To rest | |
| To rest |