What is this that stands before me?
Figure in black which points at me
Turn ‘round quick and start to run
Find out I’m the chosen one
Oh, no
Big black shape with eyes of fire
Tellin’ people their desire
Satan’s sittin’ there, he’s smilin’
Watches those flames get higher and higher
Oh, no, no, please, God, help me
Is it the end, my friend?
Satan’s comin’ ‘round the bend
People runnin’ ‘cause they’re scared
The people better go and beware
No, no, please, no
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