Win a battle, lose a war;  
Choice of evils lie before your feet.  
Retreat, reatreat, retreat! 
If you win, then you will lose;  
Choice of evils your's to choose.  
Retreat, reatreat, retreat! 
You are standing in the eye of the storm;  
Move an inch, and you'll be dead.  
You are standing underneath  
The Towers of the Teeth  
And the Eye blazes red. 
Win a battle, lose a war;  
Choice of evils lie before your feet.  
Retreat, reatreat, retreat!