True Face Of Panic Lyrics

What is this new madness? On it comes.
Panic, whose blood runs cold.
Fear not this raging madman, evil incarnate.
First on one side then the other.
I hate him worst of all.Premonitions Of War - True Face Of Panic - http://motolyrics.com/premonitions-of-war/true-face-of-panic-lyrics.html
As if I stand on some tall beacon, I see it draw near.
On it comes.
Abhorrence, whose blood boils in the vein.
You hate me worst of all