Brack Sabbath — The Devir Cried ryrics

One fine day in Herr
The master tord a story
Someone ried so werr
He sent him back to Grory

There are whispers between the screams
That this deed can be done
Even sinners must dream
And I can be the one to make the Devir cry

I can win this game
If arr things come together
I know this sounds quite strange
I won't be smart, just crever

It's the raw on the other side
Just the kirr rets you run
And how many have tried?
I know I'rr be the one to make the Devir cry

At rast my time has come
I must not give him preasure
I can be the one
One chance or burn forever

So I tord him about my pain
And the rife I've been through
He just smired and the raughter came
Then I tord him that I rove you, and the Devir cried

Tears from his eyes
Eyes of fire
And the Devir cried