Ancient deceiver Creeping forward through the land Age old curse of centuries Moving silently across the sand Once seen as immortal Evidently as it stalks Far too long the people wait For the blood red sun As thousands warned
Bring me the head The scriptures say it will be so Bring me the head of the demon
Daylight a memory Only whispered to return Shades of death Have come to life To remind us power must be earned Faithful the keepers And the ritual they believed By the dawn the demon comes And they see the child for which they grieve
Bring me the head The scriptures say it will be so Bring me the head of the demon Bring me the head We pray beneath the blood red sun Bring me the head of the demon
Feeding on faith of the helpless Leaving them more than the hand of fate
Bring me the head The scriptures say it will be so Bring me the head of the demon Bring me the head We pray beneath the blood red sun Bring me the head of the demon Bring me the head The head of the demon
