Massacre Anne

We are riding 'cross the desert
 On a mammoth post-apocalyptic
 For the path is most Vile,
 And the visions kind of cryptic.
 Sun isn't set,
 But it's getting quite ecliptic
 We're stalking an angel in style.
 We are fleeing 'cross the desert
 With a wicked lord of necromancy
 Oh, his art is most vile
 Making zombies for his fancy
 Opened a door
 Now his future's kind of chancy
 Darkness is spreading for miles.
 I feel a cloud over me. Are those zombies I see?
 And that priest, is he losing his soul?
 Well, I'm Massacre Anne, and I do what I can
 To bring the Master back living and whole.
 Living whirlwind in the desert
 The familiar to beloved master
 Saw an Angel most vile
 Slay the wizards, cause disaster.
 Death from the air
 Elemental and much faster
 Revenge keeps him here for awhile.
 BRIDGE
 The Master's been taken, and now I'm alone
 His rings on my fingers, his Mark in my bones.
 There's a secret in the desert
 He's a priest of guile and elocution
 But deception most vile
 Caused his wrongful prosecution.
 Events have conspired
 To delay his execution;
 He's only beginning his trials.
 Keep a paper in the desert
 It's a list of those who needed killing.
 But that angel most vile
 Made my missions less fulfilling,
 Stolen my thrills.
 For my Master I'm willing
 To stalk this dark angel with style.
 BRIDGE
 Mammoth and mutants and we curs-ed four
 Villains kill villains to settle the score
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 And there's no more forgiving 'tween the deadly and the living
 And my sword is a Will of his own.
 Well, I'm Massacre Anne, and I do what I can
 To bring the Master back flesh, soul, and bone,
 To bring the Master back living and whole,
 To bring the Master back flesh, bone, and, soul.