I've had parents explain to me well
I let my teenager listen to rock music
Because that's all he'll listen to
Let me tell you something, lyrics to real rock music
Is nothing more than satanic cyanide
Hellbringer
Hellbringer
Living in an underworld
Down underdogs and thunder gods
Are waiting for the night's return
Digging up the cursed words
From open graves where no one prays
Giving up our souls to burn
Are you afraid of what you don't know?
Or are you just losing control?
There's a mess in the message
While holding mass in the wreckage
Turn it up
It's so infuriating
This is no place for hate
Look at all the souls you're breaking
Imprisoned, escape
Pray tell, maybe heaven's in hell
Is the one you worship just yourself?
Hallelujah! How can you go back, back, back?
They curse "the devil's music"
And say we murder to it
They pray for those who can't be saved
If waking words are treason
And mother earth a demon
Then I'm a fucking sinner
So go ahead and pull the trigger
Hellbringer
Who's dancing with the devil now?
Who's the devil now?
Hellbringer
Are you afraid of what you don't know?
Or are you just losing control?
There's a mess in the message
While holding mass in the wreckage
Are you afraid of what you don't know?
Or are you just losing control? (Losing control)
There's a mess in the message (The message)
While holding mass in the wreckage
Living in an underworld
Down underdogs and thunder gods
Are waiting for the night's return
Digging up the cursed words
From open graves where no one prays
Giving up our souls to burn, souls to burn