Where are you, my love? Did I really k** you?
I see your tears like drops in my gla**;
Vanishing within the last sip,
Why is life so cruel?
I want the dust to buries you all;
Children, women, men, gods... and you too;
Sing what I've taught you:
My name is six-six-six!
Where are you, my love? Did I really k** you?
I see your black hair before my eyes;
Drawn by the smoke of the cigarette,
I put it out, like I put your souvenirs.
I want the dust to buries you all;
Children, women, men, gods... and you too;
Sing what I've taught you:
My name is six-six-six!
But the seven angels,
With the last plagues,
Pour their crystal cup,
And they destroy me,
Hunting me in my kingdom,
And waiting for the fall of Babylon.