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| The Number Of The Beast "Woe to you, Oh Earth and Sea, for the Devil sends the beast with wroth, 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." Revelations ch. xiii b. 18. I left alone my mind was blank I needed time to get the memories from my mind What did I see could I believe that what I saw that night was real and not just fantasy Just what I saw in my old dreams were they reflections of my warped mind staring back at me 'Cause in my dreams it's always there the evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair The night was black was 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 some kind of hell Six, six, six the Number of the Beast
Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised
Hell and fire was spawned to be released As they start to cry hands held to the sky In the night the fires burning bright The ritual has begun Satan's work is done Six, six, six the Number of the Beast
This can't go on I must inform the law
Sacrifice is going on tonight Can this still be real or some crazy dream But I feel drawn towards the evil chanting hordes They seem to mesmerise me...can't avoid their eyes Six, six, six the Number of the Beast
I'm coming back I will return
Six, six, six the one for you and me 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 its course |
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