walking down the backstreets the noon is full and high you feel your body start to sweat someone's about to die you turn around and run it's the only thing to do someone's about to die and that someone... is you
time to run or fight off the strike of the beast
you hear the creature's hooves start to echo through your brain
you fear the demon's hellish howl
it makes you go insane you smell the creature's fowl stench laced with death and waste don't lose your mind he's right behind breathing fire in your face
time to run or fight off the strike of the beast if you fail you'll be the hellish demon's feast
black as night he begins his flight wings outstretched in the cold glowing eyes, he wears no disguise his evil has yet to be told breathing fire the beast is flying higher now he swoops down on his prey all the world a horrid mess leaving black earth in decay
the beast prepares for battle and you prepare to die the blood running down your throat dulls you woeful cry you can feel the power rage within your soul when you die you go to hell and live... forevermore