Impellitteri - 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