Strike Of The Beast

walking down the backstreetsthe noon is full and highyou feel your body start to sweatsomeone's about to dieyou turn around and runit's the only thing to dosomeone's about to dieand that someone... is youtime to run or fightoff the strike of the beastyou hear the creature's hoovesstart to echo through your brainyou fear the demon's hellish howlit makes you go insaneyou smell the creature's fowl stenchlaced with death and wastedon't lose your mind he's right behindbreathing fire in your facetime to run or fightoff the strike of the beastif you fail you'll bethe hellish demon's feastblack as night he begins his flightwings outstretched in the coldglowing eyes, he wears no disguisehis evil has yet to be toldbreathing fire the beast is flying highernow he swoops down on his preyall the world a horrid messleaving black earth in decaythe beast prepares for battleand you prepare to diethe blood running down your throatdulls you woeful cryyou can feel the power rage within your soulwhen you die you go to hell and live... forevermore