Innocent lovers...it's a lie

[solo: michael]

Iron fists won't do no good against the evil eyes
Of seven holy hell preachers, don't you even try
Now they cross the river styx and see the castle rise so high
Waiting on the other shore for charon to arrive
A shapeless horns and glowing eyes, satan's still alive
He receives the sacrifice with evil laughs and pride
You better escape, you're got to escape
You cannot escape