Strike of the Beast (Live at Wacken, 2008)

Walking down the backstreets, the moon 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 running down your throat dulls your 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