devil The procession moves on and they whisper of murder Flowers are thrown on the crate of the brave Tears are falling down from heaven on her grave
: Heading for the north Heading for the south Burning the ground we leave behind We are the scum of mankind Eye to eye and Face to face We scream and
: Please take my hand I'm scared of the night Show me the way back to the light I'm so afraid I could lose your love And if you were gone I'd cry like
: I see myself lying on the bed My head on the angels fold An eagle waiting in the corner To take away - me and my soul A journey without return To a
: [Motorhead cover] Only way to feel the noise is when it's good and loud So good you can't believe it's screaming with the crowd Don't sweat it, get
: Rats are creeping under my skin Come see the last place that I'm leaving in The bitch in London stole the crown from me I'm the heiress to the throne
not the first and I won't be the last I am your son you're my devil of the past The nightmare is you - I am convicted To step into the Grave of the addicted
: [Limited Edition Bonus Track] Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak somewhere in this town See me and the boys we don't like it so we're getting up
: Choosen as one free people from oppression He lived a life in the name of god Leading them out of slavery and depression Gave the hopeless a sign
: Brothers in ars, see the red flag Blow for you boldly in front at the stack Around the banner join our troops The weapens are sharpened waiting
: Wooden walls around my mind My soul has left memories behind We walk around like ghosts Like puppets on a string of despair As bells toll - a
: Don't kneel in the sand, defend your land The kiss of racism is touching your head I'm not god, I'm a political man A leader, a lawyer against tyranny
: Blood and anger spill over the land An untold story, written in the sand The ground starts burning smoke's rising up I'm falling asleep in the arms
: Screams echoes from the hills Bagpipes of war, crushing through the night Fights going on for years We never give up our rights to live We are
: Want you die for liberty Fighting against poverty Now our time has come We'll fight with pride Until the last king died Until the last king died
: My demons watch out to find a sacrifice The wind blows straight into my face Sweating hands cover the knife I try to hide my thrill of the chase Death
: White man On the hunt Hunting the black Across the land Klans of violence And infiltration Out on the road For false salvation In the shadowland
: Smell the sweat of their bodies Hear the screams of the mob Feel the heat of the atmosphere It's crackling... see gladiators are here Morituri