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(lyrics by Harry Conklin)
Scrambled signals on the radio
Orders are given to attack
Flames light the sky from over the hill
No time for turning back
Well, the blood lust runs cold inside my veins
Twisting tormenting my mind
I feel a scream from deep inside
It lets me know I'm the killin' kind
Gonna yell, unleash this demon rage
Scream, I'm a tiger in a cage
Yell, I'm on the prowl again
Scream
A soldier on the streets somewhere in L.A.
Preparing this night for the attack
Swinging chains and switchblade knives
Feel the nails in my baseball bat
Well, I love to fight, I love to screw
Feel my heat begin to rise
Don't walk the street at night, my friend
Or you're in for a surprise
Playing on the sheets of untold sin
Who can tell what the darkness withholds
Spread your wings and we can fly
Bodies ready to explode
Touch me, thrill me, you can scratch me, love
Get me in your stranglehold
Well, you make me moan, I'll make you yell
Passions uncontrolled, uncontrolled
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[lyrics by Harry Conklin]
We're on the prowl and our claws are bared
There is no holding back so you'd better beware
My sights are homing in, I feel the power surge
No time for excuses now that I have the urge
Madame and mister listen up and take heed
I was raised in hell and I'm spreading the seed
Breakin' your face and bustin' your head
Won't leave you alone until I leave you dead
We're the restless breed livin' day by day
So get down on your knees 'cause this time you're gonna pay
I'm living my life causing, Warfare!
Reigning king of the night,Warfare!
Take it from the streets, Warfare!
Put it in the sheets, Warfare!
Trample the cities leaving dust in our wake
Not a thing left alive, run before it's too late
The women, the children, the young and the old
Nothing will escape the Panzer stronghold
Sound of crushing bones, scent of burning flesh
Posting skulls on a pole terrorizing the rest
We're the restless breed leaving nothin' behind
Can't reason with a man who has death on his mind
Total destruction from the Panzer patrol
Fire and brimstone taking its toll
Black leather lords we're so tall and so proud
Warfare is our battle cry, shout it aloud
[Repeat Verse 1]
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(lyrics by Harry Conklin)
With the curse of death he stands
In the darkness cold and black
Looking over the lands preparing his attack
Hunger nagging at his belt
Spreading his wings far and wide
To sail across the countryside
The impaler is known to everyone around
He'll sneak into your room at night
And feast without a sound
He's a mysterious figure in black
Roaming the city bringing death
Pestilence from rats invaders by the score
Plaguing the people with disease
Running scared nowhere to go and nowhere to hide
Running through the woods and over the countryside
Must escape this nightmare, put an end to this dream
Let us come together, put an end to all his schemes.
Nosferatu is his name and he's spreading his curse
'Cross the land, feel his eyes take your soul
Heed my words, run if you can (Repeat)
Taste of blood upon his teeth the beast is ready for to fly
Soaring to his victory, she is virgin fare, I can taste her in my mouth
Now he's in her parlor bending for a feast
Looking up in wonder she seduced the evil beast
"Oh, stay all night with me and you can have your way"
Morning brings the sunlight and his ashes blow away
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See the lights flashing bright above
Electrify the night
Sweat dripping lords of the metal kind
Blow you out of sight
Never listen to a word we say
You're always breaking the rules
Eyes are open when you pray
Mocking the blinded fools, you fool
You put their heads on the grinding wheel
Give 'em hell 'cause you're harder than steel
Oh, you're harder than steel, yeah, ya feel
All for yourself and no one else
You try to look 'em straight in the eye
A piercing glare of truth
Holding their minds in a metal grip
All power is in your youth
Using age as a weapon, they try to bring you down
A violent social circle but they can't steal your crown
You've had it up to here, ya know
With all their lies
No chains are gonna hold you down
You're breaking all the ties tonight
It's your life, you're gonna live it
Can't tell ya what to do
In one ear and out the other
That's what they see in you
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(lyrics by Harry Conklin)
Town clock echo splits the night,
the witching hour moves even closer to the brink of time that is at hand.
Sound of heels pound the street from the curse that rules the town.
Chill of death has come to reap the damned.
For years ago he went away and now he's back to claim
the unsuspected souls to justify his death.
Oh, foolish one, you'd best make haste. There is no time
to contemplate. The hammer brings the twelfth and your last breath.
He's the one who holds the night in the hollow of his hand.
Evil reigning ruler of the dark
Striking with a furious urge, a thunderbolt from hell.
Everything he touches bears his mark.
Seeking no amusement in any lovers foolish games
but go ahead and let them all begin.
He lives his life in malice, not a single night in shame.
Burning bright the everlasting flames of sin.
I'm a man who shows no mercy for the weak.
No mercy! (Repeat)
Dangling at the end of your rope, can't you see it's 'round your neck
Desolation of another kind.
Your head's in heaven flying high. Your heart's in hell burning lust
Infatuation's always in your mind
You're the perfect sinner, yes, the one who stabbed me
in the back. You've got no guts, just like the rest.
Thrust my blade in, give a twist, tear a scream from your lips.
One o'clock takes your final breath.
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[lyrics by Harry Conklin]
Your time has come the full moon's in the air
Hear the cry of the jackal in the hills
Scent of smoke fills your nostrils
as the wind blows back your hair
Paint the canvas black if you will
Watch out there's a man who wants your soul
It won't be long till he finds you
Don't look back at the shadow on the wall
With hands outstretched to grab you
So don't let the reaper catch you sitting still. NO!
Feel the touch on your shoulder as you turn your head around
Take heed, my friend, of the reaper's blade
Oh, come, you happy hearted, let your empty minds be filled
Don't let your hallowed soul be betrayed
Fix your eyes on the crowd, don't let your stare astray
See them practice magic in the air
As they cry their incantations, oh, their damned insinuations
Mix the sea with the blood moon, but beware
Blood moon sitting high up in the sky
Oh, you're the spotlight that can kill
Blood moon bleeding on the world tonight
It will take your heart and change your will
"So don't let the reaper catch you sitting still!"
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(lyrics by Harry Conklin)
Neon lights are flashing as the tyrants raise their swords
Sounds of metal crashing the avenue overlords
Kings of black leather with words made of steel
Lock all your doors very soon you will feel
Under the knife. Feel the revenge.
Under the knife. You'll get it in the end.
Under the knife. You'd better run for your life.
'Cause you're under the knife!
Bishops of the street, authors of corruption, leaders
in the night just waiting for an eruption.
A rider dressed in black screams out
"You fuckin' clowns! Bring your best you fools and I will tear him to the ground!"
Hear the rumble around you, it's a blood curdling sound
Blood stained heads and bodies all are breaking on the ground
A .45 caliber flashing life's ending with a bang
Tyrants rule the king is dead! We are the gang that reigns!
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[lyrics by Harry Conklin]
If you wanna find some action then this is the place to be
If you want hell you've got it, just ask and you shall receive
Move aside and let me by, I'm a man who knows what he wants
Ain't nothing gonna get in my way, it's time you paid the cost
Gonna break ya, shake ya, slide you on your back
Use all my metal power to give you a heart attack
Look into my eyes and you will see yourself inside
I've got something for you and it's just too good to hide
Got malice on my mind tonight, pulsing power in my veins
Heavy metal mayhem soaking in my brains
Feel the sound around you start to melt your metal heads
Talking no mercy, baby, we're gonna leave ya dead
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[lyrics by Harry Conklin]
When your love exists no more it's time to find another door
Rekindling flames that have gone dim, let feelings spread on a whim
Look toward the light and fix your eyes, let the white dove fly
When your love exists no more it's time to find another door
Hearts are dry it's time they burn
The wheel of life has stopped its turn
Pound the flesh unto the tree
Bound and hung before me
Cast your lots unto him now
Search your hearts before the bow
Life's too short, why throw away
Save the best for the final day
Bleed into the world of sin
The blood will flow to the hearts within
Agonizing pain and death
Well, it's burning everything that's left
Kneel before the one so true
He's the king of all and even you
Darkness ruling everyone
Praising another as the one true son
Burn his number into the flesh
666 the final test
See the mark sweep the land
On the forehead, on the hand
Hang the one that we all know
Crucify the inner soul
Sell your soul unto the maker
The Crucifix
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