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In the dead of night, a chilling scream..
A nightmare born from a twisted dream.
A vision dark, a tale of fear..
The Number of the Beast is drawing near.

Iron Maiden, the legends ride..
With Eddie’s face, the demon’s guide.
Through fiery lands, they strike with might..
Their sound a force in the endless night.

A fiery vision, the flames arise..
A devil's pact beneath the skies.
"Six six six," the mark of doom..
The darkness grows, the earth’s consumed.

The wind is cold, the air is thick..
The curse is cast, the hour is quick.
A shadow moves through the flames of hell..
A tale of torment, a fate to tell.

The whispers come, the earth does quake..
The clock is ticking, make no mistake.
The sky turns red, the ground does shake..
The Number of the Beast will break.

In the darkest hour, the pact is sealed. 
The devil’s wrath, the truth revealed.
A figure looms, so wild, so grand..
With the cursed number in his hand.

Iron Maiden sings the tale so loud..
Their heavy riffs, a thunderous crowd.
A prophecy, a legend bound..
With Maiden’s fury, hell shakes the ground.

So heed the warning, fear the sign..
For the Beast’s number is now divine.
In shadows deep, the prophecy speaks..
The power’s bound, the reckoning seeks.

The flames of hell, the ancient roar..
The Number of the Beast forevermore.
A nightmare’s truth, a dark embrace..
Iron Maiden’s legacy.. no saving grace!

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