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