Ancient deceiver

Creeping forward through the land

Age old curse of centuries

Moving silently across the sand

Once seen as immortal

Evidently as it stalks

Far too long the people wait

For the blood red sun

As thousands warned



Bring me the head

The scriptures say it will be so

Bring me the head of the demon



Daylight a memory

Only whispered to return

Shades of death

Have come to life

To remind us power must be earned

Faithful the keepers

And the ritual they believed

By the dawn the demon comes

And they see the child for which they grieve



Bring me the head

The scriptures say it will be so

Bring me the head of the demon

Bring me the head

We pray beneath the blood red sun

Bring me the head of the demon



Feeding on faith of the helpless

Leaving them more than the hand of fate



Bring me the head

The scriptures say it will be so

Bring me the head of the demon

Bring me the head

We pray beneath the blood red sun

Bring me the head of the demon

Bring me the head

The head of the demon