Hopelessly lost, a battle not won
You're running in panic,
Away from the guns
Panic is striking at those all
around
Beware the Grim Reaper,
He rests all around
My name is evil
Soon you shall see
You will obey me
Or wetch your
self bleed
Fight for your life, with cold steel at hand
Run for the forest, live off of the land
You'll seek the dark
shadows
for there safety lies
It rests with the tarot,
You hear the wolves cry
My name is evil
Soon you shall
see
You will obey me
Or wetch your self bleed
Stop for a rest, jump at all sounds
Hot on your trail, pursuit all
around
You're leaping from cover,
Your sword fills your hand
You fight your last battle
Make your last stand
My name is
evil
Soon you shall see
You will obey me
Or wetch your self bleed
