[K. Vanderhoof] [Instrumental]
that we keep Metal church, unholy, who'll you be the sacrifice? Metal church, the only, don't you know the time is right? Metal church will find you
known That the end's on it's way? The sky is quiet Just one single plane To bring destruction Has mankind gone insane? What happened to the land? Metal
It's the calm before the storm Wishing you could see the light Growing fear and sadness there Can you tell it's your final sight? Tubes and wires keep
No one's born with hatred It's something that you learn How do you think the good Lord feels About the crosses that you burn? What makes you hate the
No matter what you say You gotta make it through the day You know you will, you know you will Just call the doctor on the phone Tell 'em you can't make
Stick your fingers in the eyes of night Rip open the belly of death and you'll see what is real Tear down the image of youth all around Steal the dreams
Please let us at them Goes the barrack room cry I'm glad I'm not going I'm not dying to die I've got all my medals Survived sneak attacks It's not worth
Integrity of construction The best money can buy Her size is greater than any A Belfast shipyard's pride Signal flags spelled out the word 'Success'
A man exists alone hidden by a shell touched in such a wicked way No one could ever tell is what he sees for real? Or only in his mind? The staring of
In a holy war from these shores Where lands are hot and dry Nations forged by Gods own hand These kingdoms in the sand A billion dollars everyday The
storm clouds a coming. Can you feel the juice, it's a hummin'. Feed the power cables into me. Like a ship that's built for destruction. I'm a metal
Is it just the things you see that make it all worth while? Put your God into a box and keep him by your side Hopeless is the refugee escaping from the
It's way past midnight There's a howling wind Oh God what can it be? Something out there evil And it's coming straight for me The house is dark and
In the empty spaces of the mind that's here I store my past A ghostly image that I fear has yet to be surpassed I pray that I won't carry all the pain
In these days of depressing times There stands one final truth There's no doubt in my mind at all The future belongs to the youth So take a stand and
[K. Vanderhoof] I never was a man of wonder, nothing special in my eyes Pedestrian of common streets, an angel in disguise A childhood spent as any other
Why don't you find a worthwhile cause To channel your energies? Like finding a solution To starvation and disease I know that you're concerned About