Sentinel Beast - Sentinel Beast

Guards of the gates of Hell

Three-headed dog called Cerberus

Do not seek the underworld

You’re sure to face a sudden death

Oh, times running out

The sands grow short

It’s time to die,

Oh, times running out

The sands grow short

It’s your turn to die

Oh no, the dog is near

You begin to fear

The Sentinel Beast

No, no, the dog is near

Try not to fear

The Sentinel Beast

He waits for you to take your life

Can feel him breathe down your back

You turn to look, but he’s not there

Just waiting for the beasts attack

Now silence fills the air

No movement, not a stir

But he’s there, you can feel him

In every shadow of darkness,

Just hold on to your mind

You keep saying to yourself

Must be a dream, a nightmare

But the beast seems so real

End is near, death awaits

A sudden movement, sudden dare

Lunging forth, the beast upon you

Blood is drawn and pain you bare

Lying still, the battle ends

The beast has won, a deathly cost

Darkness falls across your face

No mercy for the life that lost