"Woe to you, Oh 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,
it's number is Six hundred and sixty six"

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 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 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 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 it's course

White man came across the sea,
Brought us pain and misery.
Killed our tribes, killed our creed,
Took our game for his own need.

We fought him hard, we fought him well,
Out on the plains we gave him hell.
But many came, too much for Cree,
Oh will we ever be set free?

Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes,
Galloping hard on the plains.
Chasing the redskins back to their holes,
Fighting them at their own game.
Murder for freedom, a stab in the back.
Women and children and cowards attack.

Run to the hills, run for your lives.
Run to the hills, run for your lives.

Soldier blue in the barren wastes,
Hunting and killing for game.
Raping the women and wasting the men,
The only good Indians are tame.
Selling them whisky and taking their gold,
Enslaving the young and destroying the old.

Run to the hills, run for your lives.

I am a man who walks alone
And when I'm walking a dark road
At night or strolling through the park

When the light begins to change
I sometimes feel a little strange
A little anxious when it's dark

Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a constant fear that something's always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone's always there

Have you run your fingers down the wall
And have you felt your neck skin crawl
When you're searching for the light?
Sometimes when you're scared to take a look
At the corner of the room
You've sensed that something's watching you

Have you ever been alone at night
Thought you heard footsteps behind
And turned around and no-one's there?
And as you quicken up your pace
You find it hard to look again
Because you're sure there's someone there

Watching horror films the night before
Debating witches and folklore
The unknown troubles on your mind
Maybe your mind is playing tricks
You sense, and suddenly eyes fix on dancing shadows from behind

Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have constant fear that something's always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone's always there

When I'm walking a dark road
I am am man who walks alone...

Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Oh-oh (Oh-oh)
Yeah-aye (Yeah-aye)
Yeah-yeah-yeah-aye (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah-yeah-yeah-aye (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah-yeah-yeah-aye (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah-yeah-yeah-aye (Yeah-yeah-yeah)

Honey, it's getting close to midnight
And all the myths are in town
True love and lipstick on your linen
Bite the pillow, make no sound
If there's some living to be done
Before your life becomes your tomb
You'd better know that I'm the one
So unchain your back door, invite me around

Bring your daughter
Bring your daughter
To the slaughter (slaughter)
Let her go
Let her go
Let her go
Bring your daughter
Bring your daughter
To the slaughter (slaughter)
Let her go
Let her go
Let her go

Let her go...

Honey, it's getting close to daybreadk
The sun is creeping in the sky
No patent remedies for heartache
Just empty words and humble pie
So get down on your kneees, honey
Assume an attitude
You just pray that I'll be waiting
'Cause you know I'm coming soon

Bring your daughter
Bring your daughter
To the slaughter (slaughter)
Let her go
Let her go
Let her go
Bring your daughter
Bring your daughter
To the slaughter (slaughter)
Let her go
Let her go
Let her go

Pick up your foolish pride
No going back
No where, no way, no place to hide
Let her go...

Bring your daughter
Bring your daughter
Bring your daughter
Bring your daughter
Bring your daughter
Bring your daughter
To the slaughter
Bring your daughter
Bring your daughter
Bring your daughter
Bring your daughter
Bring your daughter
To the slaughter

Bring your daughter (Fetch your daughter)
Bring your daughter (Fetch your daughter)
Bring your daughter (Fetch your daughter)
To the slaughter
Bring your daughter (Bring your daughter)
Bring your daughter (Bring your daughter)
Bring your daughter (Bring your daughter)
To the slaughter

Ah...

Bring your daughter (Bring your daughter)
Let her go
Let her go
Let her go
Bring your daughter (Bring your daughter)
To the slaughter
Let her go
Let her go
Let her go
Bring your daughter (Bring your daughter)
Let her go
Let her go
Let her go
Let her go...
Let her go...
Let her go...

Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reason
The Golden Goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Some blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death.

CHORUS
The killer's breed or the demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb.

The blind men shout let the creatures out
We'll show the unbelievers
The napalm screams of human flames
Of a prime time Belsen feast...YEAH!
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy,
We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies.

CHORUS

The body bags and little rags of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you.
As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song,
To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun.

CHORUS

Midnight...all night...

Covered in sinners and dripping with guilt
Making you money from slime and from filth
Parading your bellies in ivory towers
Investing our lives in your schemes and your powers

You got to watch them - Be quick or be dead
Snake eyes in heaven - The thief in your head
You've got to watch them - Be quick or be dead
Snake eyes in heaven - The thief in your head....
Be quick !
Or be dead !
Be quick !
Or be dead

See... what's rulling all our lives
See... who pulling the strings...
I bet you won't fall on your face...
Your belly will hold you in place
(repeat)
Who pulls the strings...

The serpent is crawling inside of your ear
He says must vote for what you want to hear
Don't matter what's wrong as long as you're all right
So pull yourself stupid and rob yourself blind.

You got to watch them - Be quick or be dead
Snake eyes in heaven - The thief in your head
You've got to watch them - Be quick or be dead
Snake eyes in heaven - The thief in your head....

Be quick!
Or be dead!
Be quick!
Or be dead!

Be quick or be dead!

There goes the siren that warns of the air raid
Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak
Out for the scramble, we've got to get airborne
Got to get up for the coming attack

Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines
Remove all the wheelblocks, there's no time to waste
Gathering speed as we head down the runway
Got to get airborne before it's too late

Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving
Going in again
Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving

Run,
Live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Won't you
Run, live to fly, fly to live
Aces high

Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers
Let off a sharp burst and then turn away
Roll over, spin round to come in behind them
Move to their blindsides and firing again

Bandits at 8 o'clock are moving behind us
Ten ME-109's out of the sun
Ascending and turning, our spitfires to face them
Heading straight for them I press down my guns.

Rolling, turning, diving
Rolling, turning, diving
Going in again
Rolling, turning, diving
Rolling, turning, diving

Run,
Live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Won't you
Run, live to fly, fly to live
Aces high...