Strike Of The Beast (Exodus Cover)

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's 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



Time to run or fight, off the strike of the beast

If you fail you'll be the hellish demon's feast