When I was a child My mother would tell me a story About how the Devil roams the Earth Sometimes, she said He would take human form So he could punish the damned on Earth Before claiming their souls The ones he chose would be gathered together And tortured as he hid amongst them Pretending to be one of them
Prepare yourself [?x]
'Cause we're bringing hell to the dancefloor
My mother's story Would always begin the same way With a suicide paving the way for the Devil's arrival
That's the Devil
You think you can be forgiven?
I always believed my mother was telling me an old wives' tale