Speaking of tells between Heaven and Hell
I have a demon in my forehead
When damage is done I am the seventh son
Feeling like the living dead
I'm going out on a cold December night
Spreading out the evil seed
If you're doing it right
Black will turn to white
Metal might is all you need
I cout the lases the beast is torn
The Devil in me will reap what's sown
Going straight down the white line
I walk the Devil's path
I can see it clear now so close to the gates
I am one with darkness and Hell awaits
Going straight down the white line
I walk the left hand path
Speaking of saints
While we dry out the paint
A pentagram is on my back
Like a monkey to speak
And you listen to priests?
Do you really think that God is fat?
I was left out the can
Well I'm the boogie man
Do you dare to do the beat?
I never listened to priest
Though it seems like a feast
Here we go and off the heat
I cout the lases the beast is torn
The Devil in me will reap what's sown
Going straight down the white line
I walk the Devil's path
I can see it clear now so close to the gates
I am one with darkness and Hell awaits
Going straight down the white line
I walk the left hand path
I don't speak of the Devil
It's the Devil that speaks to me
I cout the lases the beast is torn
The Devil in me will reap what's sown
Going straight down the white line
I walk the Devil's path
I can see it clear now so close to the gates
I am one with darkness and Hell awaits
Going straight down the white line
I walk the left hand path
I cout the lases the beast is torn
The Devil in me will reap what's sown
Going straight down the white line
I walk the Devil's path