He loves the grip; he loves the hold
He can't forget the Demon's gold
Taste the hurt and then cave in
Nothing beats Demon's gold
Name your demon, name your god
It doesn't matter who you are
Once you feel the metallic grip
You'll never forget Demon's gold
Taste the warmth and feel the wrath
The Demon is here to stay
Gone too far back for exorcism
Death is now the only way
Spinning, reeling, losing ground
Feeling all numb within
Gain 'release' but lose your soul
Demon's gold leaves you cold
