Speak of the devil

This is the mark of the beast coming through your Stere
Lord have mercy on my soul, the sinning life wont let me go

im wrecking worlds and breaking bones,
and im beheading the king on his throne,
but im not sleeping alone while the radio drones

lord have mercy on my soul, woah, the sinning life wont let me go
cause everyone i know has been accepted to hell,
wheres my full ride? cause i lie lie like im ringing a bell
they say these things just take some time

breathe it in kerosene, light a match and kiss me with my matchstick wooden teeth,
we are the doomriders rolling through your town,
flee to your house of prayer and we will burn it down

This is the mark of the beast coming through your stereo