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What is this that stands before me
Figure in black which points at me
Turn round quick and start to run
Find out Im the chosen one

Oh, no

Big black shape with eyes of fire
Telling people their desire
Satan sitting there, hes smiling
Watches those flame get higher and higher

Oh, god--lease help me
Oh, no--no

Child cries out for its mother
Mother screaming in the fire
Satan points at me again
Opens the door to push me in

Oh, no
Oh, god

Is it the end my friend
Satans coming round the bend
People running cause theyre scared
You people better go and beware

No, no
Please, god--no