Route 666 - Helltrain

Pedal to the metal, led on my feet, enginge roaring, turn up the heat

A roadrace to hell, on crashcourse with sin, a package of spells,

bet and you’ll win

A date with the devil, close to the heat, people are dancing and Jesus the meat

A date with the devil, close to the heat, people are laughing and drums play

the beat

L am the bastard son — evil inborn, Satan in tip-top, from head to toe

Just look at me, sense my blitz, down riding route 666

Semi-automatic, a delicate show, gotta keep running, a few miles to go

Hook up a motel, I need some sleep, before joining in as his black fucking sheep