As I wake up from my slumber
From a deep, enchanted sleep
There's a pain, there's a mark, there's a wound
The trail of blood is running deep
There's an echo in the mirror,
Of a man I do not know
Starring back at the scar on my neck
And the numbers are Screaming...
Six, six, six, grab the holy crucifix
Skies turn red high above the river Styx
Kneeling down in desperation
As I start to speak in tongues
When I praise the old man down below
I recite the mantra
Six, six, six, twist the holy crucifix
Grab the oars scull across the river Styx
It's the evil in me
The enemy within my soul the subjugator
Six, six, six, get the holy crucifix
Throw it in into Acheron on Styx
Six, six, six, sinking like a ton of bricks
One way pass over Acheron and Styx
It's the evil in me
The enemy within my soul the subjugator