Hang on, got to go
Preview what they oughta know
With you
Running under cover of the moonlight shadow, death row
At
You never take the easier way,
while the is blowing straight
The faint blaze of the candle of my life,
slowly dying
'Death be not proud,
Though somehave called thee mighty and
I was born in ashes of molten hatred
Raised by demons
Hell-hound, hot leather on your legs
That smokin powder keg
You're riding
High above, your shadow smiles at me
Way down below,
I can't waste away, I'm slowly losing my way forever
Better
You`re the one who plays with fire in the night
Out on the street I'm stalking the night
I can hear
'Rip
and cut
and mutilate the innocent
his friends,
and again and again
and