As I wake up from my slumber
From a deep, enchanted sleep
Theres a pain, theres a mark, theres a wound
The trail of blood is running deep
Theres an echo in the mirror,
Of a man I dont 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
Its 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 tons of bricks
One way pass
over Acheron and Styx
Its the evil in me
The enemy within my soul the subjugator
