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.