The Number Of The Beast

Woe to you, O earth and sea, for the devil sends the beast with wrath, because he knows the time is short.

Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast, for it is a human number.

Its number is six hundred and sixty-six.

I left alone. My mind was blank. I needed time to think to get the memories from my mind.

What did I see? Can I believe that what I saw that night was real and not just fantasy?

Just what I saw, in my old dreams, were the reflections of my woman staring back at me.

'Cause in my dreams, it's always there, the evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair.

Night was black, with no use holding back 'Cause I just had to see, was someone watching me?

In the mist, dark figures move and twist Was all this for real, or just some kind of hell?

666, the number of the beast Hell and fire was born to be released

Tortures blazed and sacred chants were praised As they starved to cry, "Heads up to the sky!"

In the night, the fires are burning bright The ritual has begun, Satan's work is done!

666, the number of the beast. Sacrifice is going on tonight.

This can't go on, I must inform the law. Can this still be real, or just a crazy dream?

But I feel torn towards the chanting horse. Seem to mesmerize, can't avoid the ice.

Sex, sex, sex, the love of a beast.

Sex, sex, sex, the one for you and me.

I'm coming back.

I will return.

And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn.

I have the fire.

I have the force.

I HAVE THE POWER TO MAKE MY EVIL TAKE IT'S COURSE!