Metal Punk is rising wild. Antenae scouts the way. Ready for the danger. In the game he has to play. Nowhere to hide. Nowhere to live. . Nowhere to run.
Tiamat, Adramelch, Acheron, Baal. Burning up the city 'neath unholy citadel. Summoning Leviathan, ready to attack. Evil one awakens all the gods of Metal Black.
Well I feel something's taking me,I don't know where?. It's like a trip inside a seperate mind!. The ghost of tomorrow,of my favorite dream,. Is telling me to leave it all behind!.
Across infernal wastelands. Many miles of sunburnt Hell. Tribes are scattered limbs. And dust all laying as they fell. Open lies the challenge to all.
Three score years and ten. Where is armageddon. You promised us the end. A world in flames. . The next millenium. Where is the liars son. Pathetic old reasons.
Across infernal wastelands. Many miles of sunburnt Hell. Tribes are scattered limbs. And dust all laying as they fell. Open lies the challenge to all.
Dark ages - Plague rages. Satan lives / Satanica. Death races - Dead faces - 666 / Satanica. . Maleficarvm. . Tormented - Demented. Relentless / Satanica.
A sense of doom the warning. This is our Christ returning. The tide of fear arising. We light the candles to sing. . Lucifer rising - Rising. Lucifer rising - Look into the light.
At night the corpses rise. And leave a srench of rotten life. Eagerly the stagger forth. To find a friend to gripe. Copulating in the grounds. Of their eternal home.
You pray for salvation. Your soul you would sell. Avoiding damnation. And those who reign in hell. . A game for the liar. But who pays the price?. The stakes getting higher.
Every night I'm in a different town. I'm the kind that likes to get around. Living fast, I'm on the run. I take my chances 'cos I'll only die young. .
In distant darkened lands. Life and death defy the sands. Time's running out for you. The cry was heard. . All hallowed be thy shame. Delivered unto evil.
Midnight, six sixty six. Torment, bestial sex. Mother is screaming in pain. Father, rules Hell's domain. . I don't want to be born. I don't want it. Leave me in Hell.
Comes alive at midnight on the streets to make her way. In dim lit corners, dressed in black, the bitch portrayed. Oh, what's your thing, young man? Or try her lucky dip.
You want to be the master blaster. Killing yourself to win. You let your body sweat burn faster. Moulding a God of sin. . You've got the madness and the glory.
Fixtures immensely beholding the force holy benevolence deadly remorse. Tearing the lining and saving the flow dropping the heartrate enclosing the soul.
Saints and sinners, losers, winners. Crucified, deicide. Propaganda, penetrate. Kicking and screaming, love and hate. . Human weakness, deadly sins. Demi-monde, Bloody Sunday.
When dormant eyes burst open. So we can see the way. Destiny has spoken. And there's hell to pay. . The skeptics light the candles. For the eternal night.
Sleepless nights drenched in sweat. A lust for life, endless death. We're dancing in the fire, we're lost in the flame. We're lost in the fire, nothing stays the same.