/ : B a c k O f f ! :\ Get behind me - Satan!
The Lord rebuke you who tempt the saints sore
We stand against your wiles and devices
Every tongue that rises against us in judgement, we condemn
We each can have a say. We consistently resist the Devil
He must flee. He must run
That's why we are here. To enforce the victory of the cross in every space.
When he stirs up wickedness and dissent and confusion. We rise and stare him down.
We command him to "Back Off !"
