Letra de Attic

The ideal of the Devil and of Satan as an individual is a fantasy in his own head, uh, and the imagination of his own, [?] Hell, what is supposed to be, uh, controlled by the Devil, is what the individual makes for himself. It's attempt to empty orthodox religion
So I’d scream “Lord don’t let him win
Lord don’t let him win
The sun is down and the night is riding in
That train is on time and my soul is on the line…”
Nights in that attic it was more than just fear
Horned silhouette drawing steadily near
Screams turned to vomit you’d shrug as we're taught
That in the shadows consumed every thought
That train is on time and my soul is on the line…
That train is on time
“Lord don’t let him win
Lord don’t let him win
The sun is down and the night is riding in
That train is on time and my soul is on the line…”
Nights in that attic it was more than just fear
Horned silhouette drawing steadily near
Screams turned to vomit you’d shrug as we're taught
While that in the shadows consumed every thought
“Lord, Lord, don’t let him win
The sun is down and the night is riding in
That train is on time, my soul is on the line, on the line…”