Woe to you, O earth and sea, for the devil sends the beast with wrath, because he knows the time is short. Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast, for it is a human number. Its number is six hundred and sixty-six. I lived alone, my mind was blank. I needed time to think, to get the memories from my mind. What did I see? Could I believe that what I saw that night was really not just fantasy? Just what I saw in my own dreams were the reflections of my own mind staring back at me. Because in my dreams it's always there, the evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair. Yeah! Night was black, there was no use holding back, because I just had to see what someone was seeing. In the mist, darkness could move and twist. Was all this for real, or just some kind of hell? Six sixties, the number of the beast. Hell and fire were forced to be released. Tortured, blazed, and sacrificed for grace, as they start to cry as they're to the sky. In the night, the fires are burning bright. The ritual has begun, Satan's work is done. Six sixties, the number of the beast. Sacrifice is going on tonight. Yeah! Six sixties, the number of the beast. Sacrifice is going on tonight. Yeah! This can't go on, I must inform the Lord. Can this still be real, not just some crazy dream? But I feel drawn to watch the chanting hordes seem to mesmerize and avoid their eyes. Six sixties, the number of the beast. Six sixties, the one for you and me. I'm coming back. I will return. And I'm positioned by the enemy to run. I have the fire. I have the force. I have the power to make my evil take its course. Hey! Thank you. That last one, for those of you who heard it on the radio, is called Number of the Beast, which is the track we had all the problems with in the studio. This is a song off the Killers album. Hey, so I thought you probably might like that.