[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
[lyrics by Harry Conklin] A people of virtue we're not Cold blooded metal burns hot Scratching our way to the top A wheel once is started no one can
[Written by Broderick & Conklin] Hearts racing, blood boils Fist raising overlords Corruption our cry We're metal till we die Power - In our hearts
[lyrics by Harry Conklin] Fires blazing electricity racing boiling my veins Strength without ending the message we're sending is no pain no gain
[lyrics by Harry Conklin] A flash of his blade turns your screams into silence He laughs in your face as your life fades away King of the night time
[lyrics by Harry Conklin] All the years, fears and tears from the past Lessons for all to learn Clinging to life, how long will it all last? As long
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
[lyrics by Harry Conklin] There is a place that no one goes about Or fears to conjure in the mind Sacred chants heard whispered in the dark Watch
[lyrics by Harry Conklin] Circus goes 'round in my mind Leaving all logic behind How can I be living here ? When I am no where near [V2] Imagination
[Briody / Conklin] Birnham Wood is growing to meet the walls of Dunsinane Prophecy is unfolding. Can it be I've gone insane? None of woman born can
[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
[Written by Briody & Conklin] Another nightmare, she prays her soul to keep Cold hand that touches her as she pretends to sleep Take this away Let it
[lyrics by Harry Conklin] I see and I know there's something awry They see and they know with laser eyes Digital dreams on digital screens creating
[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
[Written by Broderick & Conklin] I feel for you, to stalk the night in which you live I feel your pain an emptiness I've known for ages Centuries rolling
[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
[lyrics by Harry Conklin] See the lights flashing bright above Electrify the night Sweat dripping lords of the metal kind Blow you out of sight Never
[Broderick / Conklin] [MacBeth] MacDuff has left his house open to doom by my sinister hands My men and I will make short work of it Icy hand of death
