Der Satan ist's
Dem wandrer gleich, wenn er von angst und schrecken fast verzagt
Nach seinen ersten blick zuruck, den zweiten nimmer wagt
Nun weiss er ja der satan ist's der scritt auf tritt ihn jagt
Nun weiss er ja der satan ist's der scritt auf tritt ihn jagt
Und offnet seine brust
Und offnet seine brust
Und offnet seine brust
Und offnet seine brust
Und offnet seine brust
Und offnet seine brust
Und offnet seine brust
Und offnet seine brust
Sie horten seine rufe nicht und erhorten nichtsein fleh'n
Und weil sein aug ihn narret wird er nun mit ihn geh'n
Die engel fochten ohne sinn, erstickten nicht den keim
Gehornt die silhouette I'm feurig sussen schein
Und er trinkt die seele leer
Und er trinkt die seele leer
Und er trinkt die seele leer
Und er trinkt die seele leer
Und er trinkt die seele leer
Und er trinkt die seele leer
Und er trinkt die seele leer
Und er trinkt die seele leer
When I vest my flashing sword, and my hand takes hold in judgment
I will take vengeance upon mine enemies, and I will repay those who haze me
Oh lord, raise me to thy right hand and count me among thy saints
And I shall count thee among my favored sheep
And you shall have the protection of all the angels in heaven
It's the Devil
Like a wanderer, when fear and dread almost make him give up
After his first glance back, he never dares a second
Now he knows it's the devil who's stalking him, chasing him down
Now he knows it's the devil who's stalking him, chasing him down
And he opens his chest
And he opens his chest
And he opens his chest
And he opens his chest
And he opens his chest
And he opens his chest
And he opens his chest
And he opens his chest
They don't hear his cries and ignore his pleas
And because his eyes deceive him, he will now go with him
The angels fought without reason, didn't stifle the seed
Horns in the silhouette in fiery sweet light
And he drinks the soul dry
And he drinks the soul dry
And he drinks the soul dry
And he drinks the soul dry
And he drinks the soul dry
And he drinks the soul dry
And he drinks the soul dry
And he drinks the soul dry
When I wield my flashing sword, and my hand takes hold in judgment
I will take vengeance on my enemies, and I will repay those who haze me
Oh Lord, raise me to your right hand and count me among your saints
And I shall count you among my favored sheep
And you shall have the protection of all the angels in heaven