| Walking down the backstreets
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| The noon is full and high
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| You feel your body start to sweat
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| Someone’s about to die
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| You turn around and run
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| It’s the only thing to do
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| Someone’s about to die
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| And that someone… is you
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| Time to run or fight
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| Off the strike of the beast
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| You hear the creature’s hooves
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| Start to echo through your brain
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| You fear the demon’s hellish howl
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| It makes you go insane
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| You smell the creature’s fowl stench
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| Laced with death and waste
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| Don’t lose your mind he’s right behind
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| Breathing fire in your face
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| Time to run or fight
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| Off the strike of the beast
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| If you fail you’ll be
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| The hellish demon’s feast
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| Black as night he begins his flight
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| Wings outstretched in the cold
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| Glowing eyes, he wears no disguise
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| His evil has yet to be told
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| Breathing fire the beast is flying higher
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| Now he swoops down on his prey
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| All the world a horrid mess
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| Leaving black earth in decay
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| The beast prepares for battle
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| And you prepare to die
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| The blood running down your throat
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| Dulls you woeful cry
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| You can feel the power rage within your soul
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| When you die you go to hell and live… forevermore |