Reign of Terror
Written by : Peterson / Ramirez
Marching their way through the crypts of the dead
Taking the storm by command
Killing the victims and taking them slaves
Hitler's violent 3rd Reich
The victims are worried
The warheads have passed
The fires claim your fate
Hell leads his armies to march and defy
Lucifer takes his way
Obey this despot the victims wail
Victims have taken the toll
The cold winds of winter are prison forever
Fires claim your fate
Your fate!
Fighting the way though the mists of the night
Taking the life from young souls
Marching, our armies, they prepare to fight
The city's finally destroyed
Machine guns are firing, that takes our robot
Finding our way through hell
Generals ,smiling, teach us to fight
Our armies have done well
Obey this despot the victims wail
Victims have taken the toll
The cold winds of winter are prison forever
Fires claim your fate
...Your fate!
Though... the dead... have trapped... us in
We'll break.. the back... of torture and pain
Fashioned... hammers... wielded... weight
Cursing... the black path... to hell's... gate
The magic's lost, And taking its course
The world lives in fear, death gods are near
Awake in the dust, the battle now lost
We watched you defy, now it's time for you to die
Marching their way through the crypts of the dead
Taking the storm by command
Killing the victims and taking them slaves
Hitler's violent 3rd Reich
The victims are worried
The warheads have passed
The fires claim your fate
Hell leads his armies to march and defy
Lucifer takes his way
Obey this despot the victims wail
Victims have taken the toll
The cold winds of winter are prison forever
Fires claim your fate
Your fate!
No! No! No! No!
Die!
Your Fate!
Nobody's fault
Recorded by Aerosmith Written by :
Tyler/ Whitford
Lord I must be dreamin', what else could this be?
Everybody's screamin', runnin' for the sea
Holy lands are sinkin', birds take to the sky
The prophets are all stinkin' drunk, I know the reason why
Eyes are full of desire, mind is so ill at ease
Everything is on fire, shit piled up to the knees
Out of rhyme or reason, everyone's to blame
Children of the season, don't be lame
Sorry, you're so sorry, don't be sorry
Man has known and now he's blown it
Upside down and hell's the only sound
We did an awful job and now they say it's nobody's fault
Old Saint Andres, seven years ago (San Andreas)
Shove it up their Richters, red lines stop and go
Noblemen of courage, listen with their ears
Spoke but how discouragin' when no one really hears
One of these days you'll be sorry
Too many houses on the stilt
Three million years or just a story
Four on the floor up to the hilt
Out of rhyme or reason, everyone's to blame
Children of the season, don't be lame
Sorry, you're so sorry, don't be sorry
Man has known and now he's blown it
Upside down and hell's the only sound
We did an awful job and now we're just a little too late
Eyes are full of desire, mind is so ill at ease
Everything is on fire, shit piled up in debris
California showtime, five o'clock the news
Said everybody's concubine was prone to take a snooze
Sorry, you're so sorry, don't be sorry
Man has known and now he's blown it
Upside down and hell's the only sound
We did an awful job and now we're just a little too late
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Draw The Line
Recorded by Aerosmith Written by :
Tyler/ Perry
Checkmate honey, beat ya at your own damn game
No dice honey, I'm livin' on the astral plane
Feet's on the ground, and your head's goin' down the drain
Oh, heads I win, tails you lose, to the never mind
Where to draw the line
An Indian summer, Carrie was all over the floor
She was a wet net winner, and rarely ever left the store
She'd sing and dance all night, and wrong all the right out of me
Oh, pass me the vile and cross your fingers, it don't take time
Nowhere to draw the line
Hi ho silver, we were singin' all your cowboy songs
Oh, you told Carrie, and promised her you wouldn't be long
Heads I win, tails you lose, lord it's such a crime
No dice honey, you're the salt, you're the queen of the brine
Checkmate honey, you're the only one who's got to choose
Where to draw the line
Checkmate, don't be late
Take another pull
That's right
Impossible
When you got to be yourself
You're the boss, the toss
The price, the dice
Grab yourself a slice
Nowhere to draw the line
Rapid Fire
Recorded by Judas Priest Written by :
Tipton/Halford/Downing
Pounding the world like a battering ram
Forging the furnace for the final grand slam
Chopping away at the source soon the course will be done
Leaving a trail of destruction that's second to none
Hammering anvils straining muscle and might
Shattering blows crashing browbeating fright
Fast devastating and desolisating the curse
Blasting the cannons of truth through each man of this earth
Wielding the axe comes the one culmination
That's always seemed certain to bring down the curtain on greed
Sifting the good from the bad it's the age for the rage
Of the dogs which must fall to the just and be free
Now grate for the vandals who trampled and sampled
Till this place conditioned brought forth demolition to war
The slipping and sliding corrosive subsiding
That withered and wained till the world seemed all drained fills thebay
Pounding the world like a battering ram
Forging the furnace for the final grand slam
Chopping away at the source soon the course will be done
Leaving a trail of destruction that's second to none
Second to none
Sails of Charon
Recorded by The Scorpions Written by :
UlrichRoth
Dark night, there is no light
In the realm of the black magic man
Soul's flight into the cold blight
Of the destroyer's magic land
Poor man, whose spirits are stronger
They're a little too weary
You're starting to...
Blind man, you're suckin' your own blood
Soon black magic's dying
You'd better start crying
Blind man, you're suckin' your own blood
Soon black magic's dying
You'd better start crying
Throw out your evil desire
The dark king's kingdom is
Made out of mire
Throw out your evil desire
The dark king's kingdom is
Made out of mire
Keep on for the kingdom of light
There is no darkness, there is no night
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