This is a wrath race with a wraith.

This time your pace weighs in the space.

The trace that he lays leads to place,

His hiding place,

Just in case

That you chase him up to face-to-face.



Run up, run down,

Feel yourself a clown.

Feel the joy that's overwhelming

While whole life is passing realming.



Burst is hot, burst is cold,

Just remember what I've told.

Just forget of every feeling

But the endless lust of killing.



Now



This is a wrath race with a wraith.

This time your pace weighs in the space.

The trace that he lays leads to place,

His hiding place,

Just in case

That you chase him up to face-to-face.



Step in front, step behind,

The wraith you will never find.

But you may keep forever trying

Before you realize you're dying.



Anyway, anyhow,

Even if you don't have to die now,

Day will come and then all will be hated,

But you'll be glad you had participated



In splendid wrath race with a wraith.

This way your pace weighs in the space.

Cause trace that he lays leads to place,

His hiding place,

Just in case

That you chase him up to face-to-face.



To his grace and your disgrace

He will always hide in maze,

You are searching in a craze

And despite the fact you base

On your skill and deadly mace

He's evasive as a blaze

And though you may try to glace

In his merely flawless face

As the day flows into days

By no means and by no ways

Will you win this anger race.