Six Sixty Six

In the midst of the war
he offered us peace
He came like a lover
from out of the East
With the face of an angel
and the heart of a beast
His intentions were Six Sixty Six
He walked up to the temple
with gold in his hand
And he bought off the priests
and propositioned the land
And the world was his harlot
and laid in the sand
While the band played Six Sixty Six
We served at his table
and slept on the floor
But he starved us and beat us and nailed us to the door
Well, I’m ready to die
I can’t take any more
And I’m sick of his lies and his tricks
He told us he loved us but that was a lie
There was blood in his pockets
and death in his eyes
Well my number is up and I’m willing to die
If the band will play Six Six…
If the band will play Six Sixty Six…
If the band will play Six Sixty Six