Horns in My Pathway

I'm on my way to the Devil

He grabs a handful of my hair

And awakens the divine flame

That secretly runs through my veins

The fiend, his deal filled with splendors, with giant

fists beats me the harder.

And I, the dark soul always answer "Such is the will of

my master"

Light up your horns, sharpen your senses

Transcend the binding laws of the cosmic plan

The true delight that lasts forever

Happens when you get rid of the demiurge

Forge the weapons of liberation

Overpass the limits of the cosmic frame

The only laugh that lasts forever

Follows the destruction of the demiurge

I'm on my way to the Devil

Hundreds shall come to pay respects

To the great lord, as he expects

For we feel so deadly obsessed

The fiend, his deal filled with splendors, with giant

fists beats us the harder.

And we, the dark souls always answer "Such is the will

of our master"

For what can awaken the beast so soon,

Whose sleep has been taken beneath the cold moon

As the spells which winds of witchery may cast

The rythmical number 666 will exhort him to rise!