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I left alone, my mind was blank.
I needed time to get
the memories from my mind.
What did I see, can I believe,
That what I saw
last 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.
666 the number of the beast.
Hell and fire was spawned
to be released.
Torches blazed and sacred
chants were praised,
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.
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 some crazy dream.
But I feel drawn towards
the chanting hordes,
They seem to mesmerize....
can't avoid their eyes.
666 the number of the beast.
666 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.
