Guards of the gates of Hell Three-headed dog called Cerberus Do not seek the underworld You're sure to face a sudden death
(Chorus) Oh, times running out The sands grow short It's time to die, Oh, times running out The sands grow short It's your turn to die
(Chorus) Oh no, the dog is near You begin to fear The Sentinel Beast No, no, the dog is near Try not to fear The Sentinel Beast
He waits for you to take your life Can feel him breathe down your back You turn to look, but he's not there Just waiting for the beasts attack
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Now silence fills the air No movement, not a stir But he's there, you can feel him In every shadow of darkness, Just hold on to your mind You keep saying to yourself Must be a dream, a nightmare But the beast seems so real
End is near, death awaits A sudden movement, sudden dare Lunging forth, the beast upon you Blood is drawn and pain you bare
Lying still, the battle ends The beast has won, a deathly cost Darkness falls across your face No mercy for the life that lost