As I wake up from my slumber
From a deep, enchanted sleep
There's a pain, there's a mark
There's a wound
The trail of blood is running deep
There's an echo in the mirror
Of a man I do not know
Staring back at the scar
On my neck
And the numbers are
Screaming...
Six, Six, Six
Grab the holy crucifix
Skies turned red
High above the river Styx
Kneeling down in desperation
As I start to speak in tounges
When I praise the
Old man down below
I recite the mantra
Six, Six, Six
Twist the holy crucifix
Grab the oars
Scull across the river Styx
From a deep, enchanted sleep
There's a pain, there's a mark
There's a wound
The trail of blood is running deep
There's an echo in the mirror
Of a man I do not know
Staring back at the scar
On my neck
And the numbers are
Screaming...
Six, Six, Six
Grab the holy crucifix
Skies turned red
High above the river Styx
Kneeling down in desperation
As I start to speak in tounges
When I praise the
Old man down below
I recite the mantra
Six, Six, Six
Twist the holy crucifix
Grab the oars
Scull across the river Styx
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