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's 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



time to run or fight

off the strike of the beast

if you fail you'll be

the hellish demon's feast