The Number of the Beast
Live - 5 febbraio 2005 - Debaser id 133891

Longboats have been sighted the evidence of war has begun
Many Nordic fighting men their swords and shields all gleam in the sun
Call to arms defend yourselves get ready to stand and fight for your lives
Judgement day has come around so be prepared don't run stand your ground

They're coming in from the sea
they've come the enemy
beneath the blazing sun
the battle has to be won
Invaders ... Pillaging
Invaders ... Looting

Set ablaze the campfires alert the other men from inland
Warning must be given there's not enough men here for a stand
The Vikings are too many too powerful to take on our own
We must have reinforcements we cannot fight this battle alone

They're coming over the hill
they've come to attack
they're coming in for the kill
there's no turning back
Invaders ... Fighting
Invaders ... Marauding

Axes grind and maces clash as wounded fighters fall to the ground
Severed limbs and fatal woundings bloody corpses lay all around
The smell of death and burning flesh the battle weary light to the end
The Saxons have been overpowered victims of the mighty Norsemen

You'd better scatter and run
the battle's lost and not won
you'd better get away
to fight another day
Invaders ... Raping
Invaders ... Plundering

I'm on the run, I'll kill to eat
Starving now, feeling dead on my feet
Going all the way, I'm nature's beast
Do what I want, I do as I please

Run, you've gotta fight, to breathe, it's tough
Now you see me, now you don't
Break the walls, I'm coming out

I'm not a prisoner, I'm a free man
And my blood is my own now
Don't care where the past was
I know where I'm going... out

If you kill me, it's self defence
If I kill you, then I call it vengeance
Spit in your eye, I will defy
You'll be afraid when I call out your name

Run, you've gotta fight, to breathe, it's tough
Now you see me, now you don't
Break the walls, I'm coming out

I'm not a prisoner, I'm a free man
And my blood is my own now
Don't care where the past was
I know where I'm going

I'm not a number, I'm a free man
I'll live my life how I want to
You'd better scratch me
From your black book
'Cause I'll run rings around you

If you're feeling down depressed and lonely
I know a place where we can go
22 Acacia Avenue meet a lady that I know
So if you're looking for a good time
And you're prepared to pay the price
Fifteen quid is all she asks for
Everybody's got their vice

If you're waiting for a long time for the rest to do their piece
You can tell her that you know me and you might even get it free
So any time you're down the East End don't you hesitate to go
You can take my honest word for it she'll teach you more than you can know

Charlotte can't you get out from all this madness
Can't you see it only brings you sadness
When you entertain your men don't know the risk of getting disease

Some day when you're reaching the age of forty
I bet you'll regret the days when you were laying
Nobody then will want to know
You won't have any beautiful wares to show any more

22, the avenue that's the place where we all go
You will find it's warm inside the red light's burning bright tonight

Charlotte isn't it time you stopped this mad life
Don't you ever think about the bad times
Why do you have to live this way
Do you enjoy your lay or is it the pay

Sometimes when your strolling down the avenue
The way you walk it make men think of having you
When you're walking down the street
Everybody stops and turns to stare at you

Beat her mistreat her do anything that you please
Bite her excite her make her get down on her knees
Abuse her misuse her she can take all that you've got
Caress her molest her she always does what you want

You're running away don't you know what you're doing
Can't you see it'll lead you to ruin
Charlotte you've taken your life and you've thrown it away
You believe that because what you're earning
Your life's good don't you know that you're hurting
All the people that love you don't cast them aside
All the men that are constantly drooling
It's no life for you stop all that screwing
You're packing your bags and you're coming with me

I left alone, my mind was blank.
I needed time to think to get the memories from my mind.

What did I see, can I believe,
That what I saw that night was real
and not just fantasy.

Just what I saw, in my old dreams,
Were they reflections of my warped staring back at me.

'Cause in my dreams, it's always there,
The evil face that twists my mind and brings
me to despair

The night was black, was no use holding back,
'Cause I just had to see, was someone
watching me.
In the mist, dark figures move and twist,
Was all this for real, or just some kind of hell.

Six, six, six the number of the beast.
Hell and fire was spawned to be released.

Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised,
As they start to cry, hands held to the sky.
In the night, the fires burning bright,
The ritual has begun, Satan's work is done.

Six, six, six the number of the beast.
Sacrifice is going on tonight.

This can't go on, I must inform the law.
Can this still be real or just some crazy dream.
But I feel drawn towards the chanting hordes,
They seem to mesmerize...can't avoid their eyes,

Six, six, six the number of the beast.
Six, six, six the one for you and me.

I'm coming back, I will return,
And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn.
I have the fire, I have the force.
I have the power to make my evil take it's course.

Shadows may hide you but also may be your grave.
You're running today, maybe tomorrow you'll be saved.
You pray for daylight to save you for a while.
You wonder if your children will face the killer's smile.

Dead men - tell no tales,
In Gangland - murder's up for sale.
Dead men - tell no tales,
In Gangland - where the jailbirds die.

Face at the window leers into your own.
But it's only your reflection, still you tremble in your bones.
How long can you hide? How long 'til they come?
A rat in a trap but you've got to survive.

Once you were glad to be free for a while.
The air tasted good and the world was your friend.
Then came the day when the hard times began.
Now you're alone but alive for how long?

A knife at your throat, another body on the pile.
A contract to keep and it's service with a smile.
Murder for vengeance or murder for gain.
Death on the streets or a blacked out jail.

Dead men - tell no tales,
In Gangland - murder's up for sale.
Dead men - tell no tales,
In Gangland - where the jailbirds die.

In Gangland you tell no tales.