Beware of her lonesome shadow
Fleeting glimpses behind your eyes
Hide from the horror within her intellect,
For we can all hear your piercing cries.
She walks all the time unknown with us
And in her heart is the evil of her years
Which strikes the one who sees the blood
Which shatters the one that fears.
No one knows where the evil is from.
But now I can see her in your face
Another soul fallen to pray.
Because you can't outrun her chase.
