I lived alone
my mind was blank
I needed time to think to get the memories from my mind

What did I see? 
Could I believe? 
That what I saw that night was real and not just fantasy

Just what I saw 
in my old dreams 
were they
reflections of my warped mind staring back at me?

'Cause in my dreams
it's always there 
the evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair 

Night was black 
was no use holding back
'Cause I just had to see
was someone watching me
In the mist
dark figures move and twist
was all this for real 
or just some kind of [bad word] 6-6-6 the Number of the Beast [bad word] and fire was spawned to be released

Torches blazed and 
sacred chants were phrased
as they start to cry 
hands held to the sky
In the night 
the fires are burning bright
the ritual has begun 
Satan's work is done
6-6-6 the Number of the Beast
Sacrifice is going on tonight

This can't go on 
I must inform the law
Can this still be real 
or just some crazy dream?
but I feel drawn 
towards the chanting hordes
seem to mesmerise...can't avoid their eyes
6-6-6 the Number of the Beast
6-6-6 the one for you and me
 [bad word] back 
I will return
And I'll possess your body
and I'll make you burn
I'll have the fire 
I'll have the force
I'll have the power 
to make my evil take its course