He was counted among the rebels.
He bore the sins of many and interceded for rebels.

He was counted among the rebels.
He bore the sins of many and interceded for rebels.

He was counted among the rebels.
He bore the sins of many and interceded for rebels.

He was counted among the rebels.
He bore the sins of many and interceded for rebels.


Some men think they can own their lives.
But these men, they never make any sacrifice.
Demons they are on her trail.
She is standing at crossroads, at the crossroads of hell.

She looks to the left then she will look to the right.
There are hands that grab her on every side.
All these people think she gets her price,
At which she will sell all that is hers.

Does money rule when all else fails?
Go sell your soul and keep your shell.

Some say the devil be a mystical thing.
A fool? A liar? A conjurer? A thief?
I say the devil was the man that pulled up beside me this week.
He was a fool, he was a liar, a conjurer and a thief.
He tried to tell me what I wanted
He tried to tell me what I need...
All in the space of two minutes,
all through a wound down window.
I was standing at a crossroads.
He was parked on the crossroads .

Standing at the point Gomar,
The road it cross you down.
What is at your back?
Which way do you turn?
Who will come to find you first?
Your devils or my God?