Tekster: Zwan. Honestly (Promo). The number of the beast.

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 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

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

Torches blazed, sacred chants were praised
And as they start to cry their 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

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