The Beast - Saviour Machine

The prince of darkness, the man possessed

Ten horns arise, the seven heads

The ancient serpent, the ancient name

The fallen angel crawls in shame

The dark messiah, the lawless one

The face of tyranny is born the son

Behold the nail, the sentence of death

And Jesus wept, it is manifest

And the beast alive, and its hour come

Crawling towards the city to be born again

The new world order, the black abyss

The reign of terror, the saviour’s kiss

The final solution is seven years

The great delusion, behold the tears

The virus parasite feeding in bondage

The rings of flesh in its teeth breathing carnage

The wall of disease arises, the living hell

The desperate nightmare is becoming real

And the critical hour has arrived, in the sacred land

To the nation, revelation is at hand

And the little horn is rising, rising to stand

In this horn are eyes like the eyes of a man