Wicked Maiden

Better run from the Wicked Maiden, she's a war machine

She strikes without a warning, bring you to your knees

Her realm is filled with fire, across the battlefield

I see the death toll rising, a wound that never heals

Can you see it? Can you feel it?

Don't believe it? Think you're dreaming?

Runaway!

You want to wake from this chilling nightmare, but you're not asleep

Stories tell of mutilation, enough to make you weep

In the name of an old religion or free democracy

Many soldiers falling under the sword of fallacy

In the heat of the confrontation, better say you're prayers

For the dawn of a new salvation, death is everywhere

Can you see it? Can you feel it?

Don't believe it? Think you're dreaming?

Runaway, from the Wicked Maiden

Runaway from the deadly war machine

Runaway from the Evil Monster

Runaway from the one who makes you scream

Wicked Maiden!

Runaway, from the Wicked Maiden

Hideaway from the deadly war machine

Runaway from the Evil Monster

Hideaway from the one that makes you scream

Runaway, from the Wicked Maiden

Hideaway from the deadly war machine

Runaway from the Evil Monster

Hideaway from the one that makes you bleed