In the midst of the war

He offered us peace

And he came like a lover

From out of the east

With the face of an angel and the heart of a beast

His intentions were six-sixty-six

He walked up to the temple

With gold in his hands

And he bought off the priests

And propositioned the land

And the world was his harlot

And laid in the sand

While the band played six-sixty-six

We served at his table

And slept on the floor

But he starved us and beat us

And nailed us to the door

Well, I'm ready to die

I can't take any more

And I'm sick of his lies and his tricks

He told us he loved us

But that was a lie

There was blood in his pockets

And death in his eyes

Well, my number is up

And I'm willing to die

If the band will play six

If the band will play six-sixty

If the band will play six-sixty-six