 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 666. 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 was 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 warped mind staring back at me, cause in my dreams it's always there, the evil face that twists my mind and brings me despair. The night was black, was no one holding back, cause I just had to see, was someone watching me. In the midst, mist, dark figures move and twist, was all, was all this for real or just some kind of hell. 666, the number of the beast, hell and fire, was spawned to be released. Tortures blazed and sacred chants were phrased, as they started to cry, hands held 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 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 its course.