Deep in space,
Trapped, far from home,
On a planet that cannot exist,
Men have found,
Deep underground,
Power so great they cannot resist.
He is awake,
He bathes in the black sun.
So they drill,
Ten miles down,
In pursuit of the power of their dreams.
Up above
Strange things occur,
Subtle clues all is not as it seems.
He is awake,
He bathes in the black sun.
The Beast and His armies shall rise from the pit,
And make war against God.
He is awake, and you will worship Him,
He bathes in the black sun.
The Beast and His armies shall rise from the pit,
And make war against God.
Not a power plant, but a prison,
Sometimes things are best left buried,
All was fine until the humans came.
In their greed, they delved too deep,
In the darkness they awoke
Shadow and flame.
These are the words of the Beast, and He has woken.
He is the heart that beats in darkness, blood that will never cease,
Now He will rise.
We are the Legion of the Beast, we shall be many.
He has woven himself in the fabric of your life
Since the dawn of time.
Some call Him Abaddon, some may call Him Kroptor,
Some may call Him Satan, or Lucifer,
Or the Deathless Prince, or Bringer of Despair,
These are the words that shall set Him free.
I am the temptation, I am the sin and desire,
I am the pain and loss, the dead will come.
I have been imprisoned for all eternity,
No more, the pit is open... and I am free.