Win a battle, lose a war; Choice of evils lie before your feet. Retreat, retreat, retreat! If you win, then you will lose; Choice of evils your's to choose retreat. Retreat, retreat, retreat! You are standing in the eye of the storm; Move an inch, and you'll be dead. You are standing underneath The Towers of the Teeth And the Eye blazes red. Win a battle, lose a war; Choice of evils lie before your feet. Retreat, retreat, retreat!