| Song | Heaven and Helltrain |
| Artist | Helltrain |
| Album | Rock 'n' Roll Devil |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Helltrain Coven, Pierre | |
| speaking of tells between heaven and hell | |
| i have a demon in my forehead | |
| when damage is done i am the seventh son | |
| feeling like the living dead | |
| i'm going out on a cold december night | |
| spreading out the evil seed | |
| if you're doing it right black will turn to white | |
| metal might is all you need | |
| i cout the lases the beast is torn | |
| the devil in me will reap what's sown | |
| goin' straight down the white line | |
| i walk the devil's path | |
| i can see it clear now so close to the gates | |
| i am one with dakness and hel lawaits | |
| goin' straight down the white line | |
| i walk the left hand path | |
| speaking of saints while we dry out the paint | |
| a pentagram is on my back | |
| like a monkey to speak and you listen to priests? | |
| do you really think that god is fat? | |
| i was left out the can well i'm the boogie man | |
| do you dare to do the beat? | |
| i never listened to priest though it seems like a feast | |
| here we go and off the heat | |
| i don't speak of the devil | |
| oh it's the devil that speaks to me |
| zuo qu : Helltrain Coven, Pierre | |
| speaking of tells between heaven and hell | |
| i have a demon in my forehead | |
| when damage is done i am the seventh son | |
| feeling like the living dead | |
| i' m going out on a cold december night | |
| spreading out the evil seed | |
| if you' re doing it right black will turn to white | |
| metal might is all you need | |
| i cout the lases the beast is torn | |
| the devil in me will reap what' s sown | |
| goin' straight down the white line | |
| i walk the devil' s path | |
| i can see it clear now so close to the gates | |
| i am one with dakness and hel lawaits | |
| goin' straight down the white line | |
| i walk the left hand path | |
| speaking of saints while we dry out the paint | |
| a pentagram is on my back | |
| like a monkey to speak and you listen to priests? | |
| do you really think that god is fat? | |
| i was left out the can well i' m the boogie man | |
| do you dare to do the beat? | |
| i never listened to priest though it seems like a feast | |
| here we go and off the heat | |
| i don' t speak of the devil | |
| oh it' s the devil that speaks to me |
| zuò qǔ : Helltrain Coven, Pierre | |
| speaking of tells between heaven and hell | |
| i have a demon in my forehead | |
| when damage is done i am the seventh son | |
| feeling like the living dead | |
| i' m going out on a cold december night | |
| spreading out the evil seed | |
| if you' re doing it right black will turn to white | |
| metal might is all you need | |
| i cout the lases the beast is torn | |
| the devil in me will reap what' s sown | |
| goin' straight down the white line | |
| i walk the devil' s path | |
| i can see it clear now so close to the gates | |
| i am one with dakness and hel lawaits | |
| goin' straight down the white line | |
| i walk the left hand path | |
| speaking of saints while we dry out the paint | |
| a pentagram is on my back | |
| like a monkey to speak and you listen to priests? | |
| do you really think that god is fat? | |
| i was left out the can well i' m the boogie man | |
| do you dare to do the beat? | |
| i never listened to priest though it seems like a feast | |
| here we go and off the heat | |
| i don' t speak of the devil | |
| oh it' s the devil that speaks to me |