Six Sixty Six

In the midst of the war He offered us peace And 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 hands 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 If the band will play six-sixty If the band will play six-sixty-six