Hell's Breath
He looks at you and me, you know he's on your trail
Trapped on a darkened on way street, body functions about to fail
Nowhere left to run, now you see the eyes of death
Satan's riding hard, he's breathing down your neck
Hell's breath
Panic fills your body with fear, you scream for to help, but no one hears
He's closer, you sense that he is near
Blood is dripping down your face in tears
Nowhere left to hide, you see the eyes of death
Satan's riding hard, he's breathing down your neck
Hell's breath
Satan's day and you must pay and you become his slave
Burning fire, that mere desire, flashback in the grave
Broken bones, clashins moans, slice you to your death
Broken neck, immeditate death, your lung's last breath
Autor(es): Gary Holt
