The Face of Evil
Eleventh hour nightmare, sweeping from hell
Close your eyes, but hear the funeral bell
Tonight is the night when the gates are opened
Tommorrow is the day that will never happen
Clock strikes twelve, diabolical symphony erupts
History repeats itself as the future is rewritten
Swords raised high, soldiers of Hades defend till the end
A losing battle they fight, but they go down in a hail of blood
Dead of night is the end of the world, but in fire and flash it goes
Cataclysmic battles herald the destruction of creation
Armies on either side, in a deadly contest of do or die
As hell caves in on itself, the guilty are caught in its throes
Blackest hour strikes as the world stops turning
Midnight massacres rage, victims of an evil plague
Banners drenched in blood, raised by hordes of undead
Never looking back, they fight the living and die in the process
Day becomes night, all else is swept away
Hell borne on the wings of death, nowhere else to run
Everywhere you turn, demons wait ready to strike
Their agents do their work in the name of God
Payback, divine retribution, summary justice, execution
Never knowing why, in a fatal game of do or die
Turn around and look away, else you'll see the face
What makes your lives sleepless, the face of evil
I am the face of evil
I am the voice of death
I am what stalks your nightmares
I strip your vulnerabilites bare
I open the gates of hell
I wield the sword of heaven
I am God's messenger and the devil's agent
I slaughter the innocent and extol the guilty
For I, yes I, I am the face of evil
Next, please.