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

The night was black, was no use holding back,
'Cause I 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 hell?
666 the number of the beast.
Hell and fire was spawned to be released.

Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised,
As they start to cry, hands held to the sky.
In the night, the fires burning bright,
The ritual has begun, Satan's work is done.
666 the number of the beast.
Sacrifice is going on tonight.