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