What is this that stands before me?
Figure in black 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,
Telling people their desire.
Satan sitting there he’s smiling,
Watch those flames get higher and higher.
Oh, no, no, please God help me!
This is the end, my friend.
Satan’s coming round the bend,
People running ‘cos they’re scared.
Yes, people better go and beware. No! No! Please! No!