Come in a church, look at icons and feel
Hurt that is growing so fast
Stare at the cross, hear the bells start to peal
Feel like my head's 'bout to blast

Oh, am I damned?
Or am I blessed by the Devil's hand?
All the saints that I can see
Are looking grim, must be cursing me

Stand by the cross, all the candles are dim
But why? They were blazing so bright
The evil itself emanates from my nimb
They're blown out by the unholy light

Can it be the devil's gift?
If it's a curse, when will it lift?
From now on and until I'm dead
Black Halo shines up above my head