| You'd better lock up your daughters | |
| Cause the beast is in town | |
| You know that he's trouble | |
| You'd better not be around - no way | |
| He comes with his circus | |
| He's got that evil intent | |
| And he ain't got no clowns | |
| Just a bagful of hate | |
| And I got to tell ya, you know his name | |
| He's the beastmaster - he gonna tame ya | |
| He's the beastmaster - gonna whip ya into shape | |
| He's the beastmaster - are you ready to give your life | |
| He's the beastmaster - gonna rip you outa sight | |
| He's got a pact with the devil | |
| He's got to pay off his debts | |
| A hundred town later | |
| He's got time to collect | |
| If you come after midnight | |
| He will open the cage | |
| Could you meet the beast | |
| In his orgy of rage | |
| I'm leaving this town | |
| With a hell bloody trail | |
| The corpses of conscience are consigned to hell | |
| The road's up ahead, he will see you tonight ' | |
| Cause the beastmaster's coming | |
| So get outa sight |