As I wake up from my slumber
 From a deep, enchanted sleep
 There’s a pain, there’s a mark, there’s a wound
 The trail of blood [bad word] deep

 There’s an echo in the mirror,
 Of a man I don’t know
 Starring back at the scar on my neck
 And the numbers are Screaming...

 Six, six, six, grab the holy [bad word]  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 [bad word]  Grab the oars scull across the river Styx

 It’s the evil in me
 The enemy within my soul the subjugator

 Six, six, six, get the holy [bad word]  Throw it in into Acheron on Styx

 Six, six, six, sinking like a tons of bricks
 One way pass over Acheron and Styx

 It’s the evil in me
 The enemy within my soul the subjugator