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Grease Rat
03:22
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Night rider. Toe cutter.
Cop killers. Your time is over.
Road warrior. Interceptor.
The halls of justice bend you over.
Grease Rat, Mudguts and Silvertongue
Hijack all fuel before it’s gone.
Bedridden, goose is done.
Red wagon on the run.
Revenge now black as night.
Hit the road. There you lie.
Soldiers of Doom, rest in your tomb.
Pray to the skies, fear in your eyes.
Grease Rat.
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Red Valiant
02:14
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Driving for your life.
Eighteen wheels behind.
The pavement curves and winds.
Freefall on the side.
Adrenaline kicks in.
Fighting to survive.
Just like a gun, shot in the back.
White knuckle grip, brace for the impact.
Death from behind, he’s wearing you down.
Dirty rearview mirror.
Fast approaching near.
Red Valiant slowing down.
Straight six on decline.
The tach is in the red.
Now you’ve made your bed.
The desert heat begins.
Confusion settles in.
Blinded by the sun.
Hours on the run.
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Black Wolf
04:12
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Night falls, moon shall rise.
Shadows creep, one thousand eyes.
Hair stands upon your neck.
Trails end, no turning back.
Appetite, lust for blood.
Howling to the sky above.
Rip n tear, feasting flesh.
Bones and hair are all that’s left.
You better run – now it’s time to have some fun.
Fine-tuned killing machine.
Built to last, lean and mean.
Hellhound, running wild.
Black Wolf. Devil’s Child.
Hey, you better run – now it’s time to have some fun.
Closing in for the kill. No mercy now. The blood will spill.
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Pain Will Come Your Way
02:17
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How much can you take?
Battered, bruised and spent.
Always running back.
Lack of self-respect.
Leave the lights on.
Curtains now drawn.
Damage is done.
Go for the gun.
What goes through your mind?
Begging on your knees.
Suffer the abuse.
What a life to choose.
Big man – what a joke.
Coward to the bone.
Pain will come your way.
Battered, bruised and spent.
Lack of self-respect.
Domestic abuse.
What a life to choose.
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Feeding Time
02:47
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Prisoners escaped, Sector 17.
Invasion is quite clear, fast approaching near.
Charlie’s drunk again. Whiskey is his friend.
No one hears his words. To most they are absurd.
The crites for blood.
The fight is won.
Man without a face. Bounty hunter’s race.
The power of the night. Johnny Steele will rise.
Looking out to start a war,
Hunger’s what they’re fighting for.
Flesh and bone is on the brain,
Now it’s time to make it reign.
Hurry fast and load the gun.
Little bastards on the run
Quickly meeting their demise.
Blast ‘em right between the eyes
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Daggers
03:09
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Feel that concrete blast in the face,
Get back up and go again.
Reach the sky, seven ply, black suede with lace,
Melancholy up for grabs.
Tear into the blacktop.
Take it like a man.
Push until the sun drops.
Blood is on your hands.
Wild in the streets on a hot summer night,
Daggers on your tail again.
Dogs of war always ready to fight,
Gonna start a massacre.
Fear, more beer, destroy everything in sight,
Rage until the break of dawn.
Broken bones.
Far from home.
Dagger crime.
I’ll get mine.
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Book of the Dead
03:09
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When the sun goes down, the trees will come alive.
Ancient burial ground, no one is on your side.
There’s something in the air – the feeling just ain’t right.
Time to lock the door, shut out the dead of night.
Possession.
The Book of the Dead.
Inception.
It’s got into your head.
Supernatural sin, wearing a disguise.
Soul has turned to black, eyes are demonized.
A strength beyond strength. The force won’t be denied.
All locked up in chains. A part of you has died.
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Disturbing the Peace
02:19
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Welcome to the bloodbath.
Hatred worldwide.
Devastating aftermath.
Nowhere left to hide.
Cold hearted to the core.
Evil in every way.
Time to start a world war.
Humanity is gonna pay.
Lost hope has been found.
Safe place below ground.
Opposition to the left.
Opposition to the right.
Minds already set.
Violence on the rise.
Destination northwest.
Get the hell outta town.
A quiet place to rest.
Not a soul around.
Disturbing the peace.
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Mouth Full of Dirt
02:06
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Like a cockroach - never will exterminate.
The ring in your ear giving you the headache.
Bitter tasting now your mouth is left dry.
Complete pleasure digging deep until I die.
Sellout.
Trends will pass by - we will still be grinding.
Bonded by blood, underground, surviving.
Fame and fortune, you will never bribe me.
Like a cockroach - never will exterminate.
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Burn Them
03:19
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Impaled horn
In your back.
Loss of blood.
Being trampled under hoof.
Your last breath.
Pain won’t end.
Caving in.
You don’t want to die this way.
Burn them. End them.
Dark red skies.
Cold black eyes.
Goat defies.
Harvest for the good of man.
Witch shall rise.
Faith has died.
Your last breath.
Being trampled under hoof.
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Ryan Hamlet
Trevor Goldner
Derek Lancioni
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