Twelve

In a dark winter night
From the port of Hamburg
To the streets of Berlin
A tall figure roams
shape shifting through the
Mist and the fog
Fast footsteps quickly
Become louder than god
Over the cobble stones

The clock strikes twelve
can't you tell
It's when the demons
Begin to dwell
Some say it is Heaven
But I can assure you
it's just a faster way
down to Hell

Darkness and death
The Destroyer of life
has risen to power
with the Devil's smile
twisting his soul's ripping knife
Leaving bodies severed with no life
Beware, be forewarned
He's the first one to throw
Flesh and bones to the
red eyed beasts waiting below
There he stands, shrouded in loneliness
Conjuring the next attack on humanity
Trying to find a reason
For his meaningless existence
He's the Fallen from grace
The ruler of earth's evil race

The clock stops at twelve
can't you tell
It's when the demons
Begin to dwell
Some say it is Heaven
But I can assure you
it's just a faster way
down to Hell

It's when the demons
Begin to dwell
Some say it is Heaven
But I can assure you
it's just a faster way
down to Hell