: Fire! It's a holocaust coming from the East, A great angry bird, spreading its word, And we're gonna be its feast, The sky will be red and the ground
have time, let the sun shine, Let us beware the deadly sign. The day is coming, Armageddon's near, Inferno's coming, can we survive the blitzkrieg. The blitzkrieg, the blitzkrieg
: Hass in meinen Augen Wie du wieder rumstolzierst Das kann ich gar nicht glauben Du fuhrst dich auf wie Gott Und gibst dir selbst die Messe Noch ein
: We're hitting hard, The music's flowing through me, Don't stop now, we got so far to go, Let's see you move, Your soul is floating so free, We can
: Heavy clouds hide the sun, Crying people on the run, Feel the heat, feel the pain, Through the smoke and pouring rain, Flames lick high, scorch the
: The man in the Shroud, spoke to the crowd, And His name was hallowed...... Believer! But now He is gone, no one to right our wrongs, And He ain't coming
: Viking, now the time is ripe for conquest, Viking, now it's time for you to leave, Take your Longship way across the water, Just one more drink before
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: The night is out and the lights fade, And I'm alone in the street, Running round in a daze, Don't know where I'm going, There's nothing left to live
: When will the changes occur? When you see a cloud moving from the east, You say rain is coming, and so it happens. When the desert wind blows, you
line they're going through a tight wind The kids are losing their minds the blitzkrieg bop They're piling in the back seat they're generating steam heat Pulsating to the back beat the blitzkrieg
through a tight wind. The kids are losing their minds. The Blitzkrieg Bop! We're piling in the back seat. We're generating steam heat. Pulsing to the backbeat. Blitzkrieg
the sun shine, Let us beware the deadly sign. The day is coming, armageddon's near, Inferno's coming, can we survive the blitzkrieg. The blitzkrieg, the blitzkrieg
a straight line They're goin' through a tight one The kids are losin' their minds The Blitzkrieg bop They're pilin' in the back seat They generate steam heat Pulsatin' to the back beat The Blitzkrieg
tight wind The kids are losing their minds The blitzkrieg bop They're piling in the back seat They're generating steam heat Pulsating to the back beat The blitzkrieg
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gonna turn you off Bosses crawlin' Working ants, got their ears heated off Picture them in cahoots Just a bunch of toodle-loo fruits/ three piece suits By twelve... Everyday blitzkrieg
