Heaven and Helltrain Songtext
von Helltrain
Heaven and Helltrain Songtext
Speaking of tales between heaven and hell
I have a demon in my forehead
When damage is done, I am the seventh son
Feeling like the living dead
I′m going out on a cold december night
Spreading out the evil seed
If you're doing it right, black will turn to white
Metal might is all you need
I count the lashes, the beast is torn
The devil in me will reap what′s sown
Goin' straight down the white line
I walk the devil's path
I can see it clear now, so close to the gates
I am one with darkness and hell awaits
Goin′ straight down the white line
I walk the left-hand path
Speaking of saints while we dry out the paint
A pentagram is on my back
Like a monkey to speak and you listen to priests?
Do you really think that god is fat?
I was left out the can, well, I′m the boogie man
Do you dare to do the beat?
I never listened to priest, though it seems like a feast
Here we go and off the heat
I count the lashes, the beast is torn
The devil in me will reap what's sown
Goin′ straight down the white line
I walk the devil's path
I can see it clear now, so close to the gates
I am one with darkness and hell awaits
Goin′ straight down the white line
I walk the left-hand path
I don't speak of the devil
Oh, it′s the devil that speaks to me
I count the lashes, the beast is torn
The devil in me will reap what's sown
Goin' straight down the white line
I walk the devil′s path
I can see it clear now, so close to the gates
I am one with darkness and hell awaits
Goin′ straight down the white line
I walk the left-hand path
I count the lashes, the beast is torn
The devil in me will reap what's sown
Goin′ straight down the white line
I walk the devil's path
I have a demon in my forehead
When damage is done, I am the seventh son
Feeling like the living dead
I′m going out on a cold december night
Spreading out the evil seed
If you're doing it right, black will turn to white
Metal might is all you need
I count the lashes, the beast is torn
The devil in me will reap what′s sown
Goin' straight down the white line
I walk the devil's path
I can see it clear now, so close to the gates
I am one with darkness and hell awaits
Goin′ straight down the white line
I walk the left-hand path
Speaking of saints while we dry out the paint
A pentagram is on my back
Like a monkey to speak and you listen to priests?
Do you really think that god is fat?
I was left out the can, well, I′m the boogie man
Do you dare to do the beat?
I never listened to priest, though it seems like a feast
Here we go and off the heat
I count the lashes, the beast is torn
The devil in me will reap what's sown
Goin′ straight down the white line
I walk the devil's path
I can see it clear now, so close to the gates
I am one with darkness and hell awaits
Goin′ straight down the white line
I walk the left-hand path
I don't speak of the devil
Oh, it′s the devil that speaks to me
I count the lashes, the beast is torn
The devil in me will reap what's sown
Goin' straight down the white line
I walk the devil′s path
I can see it clear now, so close to the gates
I am one with darkness and hell awaits
Goin′ straight down the white line
I walk the left-hand path
I count the lashes, the beast is torn
The devil in me will reap what's sown
Goin′ straight down the white line
I walk the devil's path
Writer(s): Patrik Alf Toernkvist, Pierre Roger Toernkvist, Oscar Fredrik Karlsson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com