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