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
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Strike Of The Beast
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Exodus |