| As I wake up from my slumber
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| From a deep, enchanted sleep
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| There’s a pain, there’s a mark, there’s a wound
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| The trail of blood is running deep
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| There’s an echo in the mirror,
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| Of a man I don’t know
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| Starring back at the scar on my neck
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| And the numbers are Screaming…
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| Six, six, six, grab the holy crucifix
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| Skies turn red high above the river Styx
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| Kneeling down in desperation
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| As I start to speak in tongues
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| When I praise the old man down below
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| I recite the mantra
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| Six, six, six, twist the holy crucifix
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| Grab the oars scull across the river Styx
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| It’s the evil in me The enemy within my soul the subjugator
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| Six, six, six, get the holy crucifix
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| Throw it in into Acheron on Styx
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| Six, six, six, sinking like a tons of bricks
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| One way pass over Acheron and Styx
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| It’s the evil in me The enemy within my soul the subjugator |