Dark days fall upon me, every time you come around. Dark days seem to follow, you and your walk on into town.
And if your eyes burn with the sign of the crucifix. If your lucky number is six hundred and sixty six. If you plan my souls demise as you smile and tell me lies. Well, you may be the devil in disguise.
And I beg, please let me go, when you come to take control. My dead fears fall on deaf ears all the time. Four horsemen ride, I wanna go outside. Stay with them and hope you pass me by.
Now I never met a word of fire, and it burns, burns, burns forever higher. You took me by surprise, now no-one can hear my cries. You may be the devil in disguise.