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