So the beast resides in me   Deep down I always knew   I never really did fit in   So diverse from all of you   Let him who comprehends   Know the number of the beast   It's a number of a man   A number just for me      As the boy becomes a man   Father's minions pave the way   Set in motion now, Armageddon,   Final conflict, end of days      I embrace the hounds of hell   And the power they oblige   For the task that lies ahead   The Nazarene I'll crucify   They'll see the raptures of our kingdom   They'll see the truth to mankind   I'll show what hell truly is   The monotony of their lives      CHORUS:      When the Jews return to Zion   And a comet fills the sky   The Holy Roman Empire rises   And you and I must die   From the eternal sea he rises   Creating armies on either shore   Turning man against his brother   Till man exists no more      Nazarene, what can you offer?   Since the hour you vomited forth   from the gaping wound of a woman,   you have done nothing but drown mens' soaring desires    in a deluge of sanctimonious morality.   I was conceived of a jackal.   Your pain on the cross was but a splinter   compared to the agony of my father.   I will drive deeper the thorns into your rancid carcass,   you profaner of Isis.   Cursed Nazarene,   I will avenge thy torment      Now Disciples of the Watch   See your Prince of Darkness rise   Through famine and destruction   The Four Horsemen at my side   I demand a victory, I demand a sacrifice   Or spend all eternity   In the flaccid gut of Christ!