The Opposition

Like a god, a devil, a man

I am the opposition

Disembodied voice inside your head

Hellish fiend under your bed

I'm the one without a religion

The inferno, the unknown

I am the one they call the antichrist

A pagan heathen of the night

Hail to thee, Lord Lucifer

I sing praises to thee

And I suffer no longer

Hail to thee, God of the underworld

I sing praises to thee

And I suffer no more

Like a god, a devil, a man

I am the opposition

Disembodied voice inside your head

Hellish fiend under your bed

I'm the one without a religion

The inferno, the unknown

I am the one they call the antichrist

A pagan heathen of the night

Hail to thee, Lord Lucifer

I sing praises to thee

And I suffer no longer

Hail to thee, God of the underworld

I sing praises to thee

And I suffer no longer

Suffer no more

Suffer no more

Suffer no more

Suffer no more

Hail to thee, Lord Lucifer

I sing praises to thee

And I suffer no longer

Hail to thee, God of the underworld

I sing praises to thee

And I suffer no more

Hail to thee, God of the underworld

I sing praises to thee

And I suffer no longer

Hail to thee, Lord Lucifer

I sing praises to thee

And I suffer no longer

Suffer no more