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What is this that stands before me
Figuring club which points at me
Turn round quick and start to run
Find out I'm the chosen one
Oh no
Big black shape with eyes of fire
Turning me on, burning desire
Sitting there, he's smiling
Wants those flames get higher and higher
Oh no, please don't hurt me
Is it the end my friend
Satan's coming round the bend
People running 'cause they're scared
The people better go and beware
No, no, please, no
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