I stare at the mountain, and what do I see
A dark clothed god like figure, raining riffs down on me
He was born on the midlands, he delivered the doom
Our minds were blown open, his riffs we consumed
Standing near his sonic wall
Playing songs that will slay all
Majestic solos swoop and soar
For he gave us the holy four
He summons the spirits, playing Lucifer?s tunes
Invokes inner passions, while looking slightly amused
Are you a dealer of evil? Or just one righteous dude?
We kneel at your altar, you play Satan?s blues
Standing near his sonic wall
Playing songs that will slay all
Majestic solos swoop and soar
For he gave us the holy four
