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