what seemed to be a thousand years but is less than 100 days the Dark Lord he revisits me torturing me in so many ways
No penance shall relieve you no salvation shall you find I\'ll spell it out so simple for ever your soul is mine
Day after day they come to me each to make a deal in and out of their reality I never know what\'s real
Men women and children each seeking fortune and fame never thinking of the consequence an eternity of pain
I tried to save each one of them but my masters will is strong my voice my words his playthings they always come out wrong
A quota is assigned to me six hundred sixty six then I can cross to my personal Hell on the river they call Styx
On six hundred sixty five the master appeared behind his grin I think that I shall turn back time so you can suffer them all again
Dear God please don\'t forsake me I\'m sorry that I strayed I thought I\'d do your good works but my mind it was betrayed
His deafening laugh crashed down on me your such a pathetic fool you mean nothing to your God above your just his worthless tool
Then a light shown all around me \"You I Shall Not Forsake \"! Then in an instant less than a moment I found myself awake
I looked around my apartment and thought what a evil twist then I saw the bruises where I\'d been chained still fresh upon my wrist