Heaven And Helltrain - Helltrain

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

Goin' 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 dakness and hel lawaits

Goin' 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 don’t speak of the devil

Oh it’s the devil that speaks to me