Well, don’t you see the timbers around
Walking, walking driving around
I know they ain’t stopping any time soon
A little bit more till they see death’s gloom
Yeah, his hands can be compared to a murderer’s knife
The color of his robe, black as a wild crow
His eyes, oh dear, you won’t sleep tonight
One look and it strikes through the depths of your minds
Oh he’s gloomy…
He drives people crazy…
If you haven’t found out who he is by now
Oh I’m sorry, you’re up in a giant mess
Keep yourself in…
Doesn’t help, but you might live…
Maybe a few minutes longer than what he’d kept in mind
But hey, don’t expect him to be kind
He roars like a lion!
Everything torn, by his power
Darkness falls, a giant wall
Covering the sky!
He creeps over the dark sky,
He makes all the tables turn
The ancient scriptures have drawn,
He is just a spawn,
Satan’s spawn…