Run forward, go away, I am fate.
I am vulture, come to me, baby.
In this game whats your rate?
Your life? Ou yea! Exactly! Maybe!
Your achievements do not play a role.
Today at night you will be my dinner.
I carry off you into the dark hole.
You will be main dish, my sweet sinner.
I am cannibal, you guessed, but you will not say.
Do not cry, I do not like noise and tears.
I whispered: "Do not run, I will catch you, hey"
Your flesh becomes sweet with fears.