In the midst of the war   He offered us peace   And he came like a lover   From out of the east   With the face of an angel and the heart of a beast   His intentions were six-sixty-six   He walked up to the temple   With gold in his hands   And he bought off the priests   And propositioned the land   And the world was his harlot   And laid in the sand   While the band played six-sixty-six   We served at his table   And slept on the floor   But he starved us and beat us   And nailed us to the door   Well, I'm ready to die   I can't take any more   And I'm sick of his lies and his tricks   He told us he loved us   But that was a lie   There was blood in his pockets   And death in his eyes   Well, my number is up   And I'm willing to die   If the band will play six   If the band will play six-sixty   If the band will play six-sixty-six