Three is the right number,
Covering our world like a thunder,
Torn and shreded the curtain,
A raven flying over sodom

Souls burns out with crying
Oracle in the storm i am the prayer
The world laying under torture
My only cruel pleasure

Two six six you hold the key
God knows the anwser for me

Spoken

Evil, evil is in the mad house
Maybe his claws are hanging
On the throat you can't see him because he walks in between the spaces we know watch out

Mad house oh god
Mad house oh lord
Mad house oh no
Mad house watch out