EYE OF THE BEAST

It was a lonely stormy night, Birds fled from the weird sounds, That were raising up into infinity, Followed by screams, The start of a deadly fight. They were alone in darkness, As the devils eye opened right behind them, Next time they looked back, It was ready to attack, The hall of the beast was becoming a dirty mess. They saw in, THE EYE OF THE BEAST, They were watched by, THE EYE OF THE BEAST, They had no chance, because, THE EYE OF THE BEAST, Was tracking them down. It slept there for centuries, ready to awake, Legends about it, so many and dark tales, They knew it all, but the whisper of gold and power, Lurked them into that hall of death, And soon, the old spell was ready to break. They are running, screaming, falling, down into the deadly hell, The Eye is right behind them, following without haste, They are wasted now and forever, All they hear is that deadly bell. They saw in, THE EYE OF THE BEAST, They were watched by, THE EYE OF THE BEAST, They had no chance, because, THE EYE OF THE BEAST, Was tracking them down. Now they are falling down in that magic bloody well, The Eye is closing them, bringing them hell and fire, The Beast begins to gnaw on their nasty minds, It dwells there, down in the hall above hell. They saw in, THE EYE OF THE BEAST, They were watched by, THE EYE OF THE BEAST, They had no chance, because, THE EYE OF THE BEAST, Was tracking them down. The EYE OF THE BEAST, Was tracking them down, Down, and down, until they drown, in THE EYE OF THE BEAST Yes, they drown, in THE EYE OF THE BEAST!

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