Bloodshot eyes ahead of me;
I run as is hear the hiss,
I wish I just obeyed the beast and chopped down the tree.
The beast’s revenge ahead of me;
I run as fast as I can;
Then I get slower,
This will not end in destiny.
The angry beast is looking for its prey;
Whispering the words of death;
What a day it is for the beast, what a day.
The most hushed escape, I run;
I run: I exit the place;
The gloomy graveyard is empty;
But the beast’s work is not done.