It was the dawn of a new day smoke rings filled the air. Some kind of warning, allies in despair. The enemy's coming with their backs to the sun. Psych yourselves out & load your guns.
On this night the ritual begins. Unholy terror deadly sin. The witching hour is growing near. The stroke of midnight the strike of fear. . With sacred knife held tight in your hand.
Scorching through the icy skies, filled with manic rage. Battle of the Titans, tonight they will invade. Sorcerers around us behold the demon fire. The Swords of Darkness at their side, veild and awesome power.
How can you escape them when they're hiding in the dark. The watcher waits in solitude to tear your mind apart. Deep within your soul they attack you in your dreams.
Battle weary Saxons fight the fight to grip the north. Studded armoured warriors defy this mighty force. On the hill the men all raise their swords up to the sky.
Goin' to the show pounding your fists to the air. Heads slamming, brains bashing, it's Over The Top you don't care. Headbanging rats rip this place from the ceiling to the ground.
We have the initiative to kill. You will be the prey tonight. Fighting hard shoot you dead at will. We're using hell's fire light. We have the power of the gods.
In the shadows I will be lurking, waiting for my time to come. Noone messes with the dealer, I could burn for what I've done. In the night I will be watching, waiting for the man to show.