Der Satan ist's

Like a wanderer, when fear and dread almost make him give up
After his first glance back, he never dares a second
Now he knows it's the devil who's stalking him, chasing him down
Now he knows it's the devil who's stalking him, chasing him down

And he opens his chest
And he opens his chest
And he opens his chest
And he opens his chest

And he opens his chest
And he opens his chest
And he opens his chest
And he opens his chest

They don't hear his cries and ignore his pleas
And because his eyes deceive him, he will now go with him
The angels fought without reason, didn't stifle the seed
Horns in the silhouette in fiery sweet light

And he drinks the soul dry
And he drinks the soul dry
And he drinks the soul dry
And he drinks the soul dry

And he drinks the soul dry
And he drinks the soul dry
And he drinks the soul dry
And he drinks the soul dry

When I wield my flashing sword, and my hand takes hold in judgment
I will take vengeance on my enemies, and I will repay those who haze me
Oh Lord, raise me to your right hand and count me among your saints

And I shall count you among my favored sheep
And you shall have the protection of all the angels in heaven