Longboats have been sighted,The evidence of war has begun,Many Nordic fighting men,Their swords and shields all gleam in the sun.Call to arms defend yourselves,Get ready to stand and fight for your lives,Judgement day has come around,So be prepared don't run stand your ground. They're coming in from the sea,They've come the enemy.Beneath the blazing sun,The battle has to be won.InvadersPillagingInvadersLooting Set ablaze the camp fires,Alert the other men from inland.Warning must be given,There's not enough men for a stand.The Vikings are too many,Too powerful to take on our own.We must have reinforcements,We cannot fight this battle alone. They're coming over the hill,They've come to attack.They're coming in for the kill,There's no turning back.InvadersFightingInvadersMarauding Axes grind and maces clash,As wounded fighters fall to the ground.Severed limbs and fatal woundings,Bloody corpses lay all around.The smell of death and burning flesh,The battle weary fight to the end.The Saxons have been overpowered,Victims of the mighty Norsemen. You'd better scatter and run.The battle's lost and not won.You'd better get away,To fight another day.InvadersRapingInvadersPlundering

He's walking like a small childBut watch his eyes burn you awayBlack holes in his golden stareGod knows he wants to go homeChildren of the damnedChildren of the damnedChildren of the damnedChildren of the damned He's walking like a dead manIf he had lived he would have crucified us allNow he's standing on his last stepHe thought oblivion, well it beckons us allChildren of the damnedChildren of the damnedChildren of the damnedChildren of the damned Now it's burning his handsHe's turning to laughSmiles as the flame sears his fleshMelting his face, screaming in painPeeling the skin from his eyesWatch him dieAccording to planHe's dust on the ground, what did we learn You're children of the damnedYour back's against the wallYou turn into the lightYou're burning in the nightYou're children of the damnedLike candles watch them burnBurning in the lightYou'll burn again tonightChildren of the damned

"We want information... information... information...Who are you? The new number two Who is number one?You are number sixI AM NOT A NUMBER!!! I AM A FREE MAN!!!HAHAHAHAHA" I'm on the run, I'll kill to eat,Starving now, feeling dead on my feet.Going all the way, I'm nature's beast.Do what i want, I do as i please. Run, you've gotta fight, to breathe, it's tough.Now you see me, now you don't.Break the walls, I'm coming out. I'm not a prisoner, I'm a free man,And my blood is my own now.Don't care where the past was,I know where I'm going...out. If you kill me, it's self defence.If I kill you, then I call it vengeance.Spit in your eye, I will defy.You'll be afraid when I call out your name. Run, you've gotta fight, to breathe, it's tough.Now you see me, now you don't.Break the walls, I'm coming out. I'm not a prisoner, I'm a free man,And my blood is my own now.Don't care where the past was,I know where I'm going. I'm not a number, I'm a free man,I'll live my life how i want to.You'd better scratch mefrom your black book,'Cause I'll run rings around you.

If you're feeling down, depressed, and lonely,I know a place where we can go.22, Acacia Avenue, meet a lady that I know.So if you're looking for a good time,And you're prepared to pay the price.Fifteen quid is all she asks for,Everybody's got their vice. If you're waiting for a long time,For the rest to do their piece.You can tell her that you know me,And you might even get it free.So any time you're down the East End,Don't you hesitate to go,You can take my honest word for it,She'll teach you more than you can know. Charlotte, can't you get out from all this madnessCan't you see it only brings you sadnessWhen you entertain your men Don't know the risk of getting disease? Some day when you're reaching the age of fortyI bet you'll regret the days when you were layingNobody then will want to knowYou wont have any beautiful wares to show any more 22, the Avenue, thats the place where we all goYou will find its warm inside, the red lights burning bright tonight. Charlotte, isn't it time you stopped all this mad life.Don't you ever think about the bad times.Why do you have to live this way.Do you enjoy the lay or is it the pay. Sometimes when you're strolling down the avenue,The way you walk, it makes men think of having you.When you're walking down the street,Everybody stops and turns to stare, at you. 22, the Avenue, that's the place where we all go.You will find it's warm inside,The red light's burning bright tonight. Beat her, mistreat her, do anything that you please.Bite her, excite her, make her get down on her knees.Abuse her, misuse her, she can take all that you've got.Caress her, molest her, she always does what you want. You're running away, don't you know what you're doing?Can't you see it'll lead you to ruin?Charlotte, you've taken your life and you've thrown it away. You believe that because what you're earning,Your life's good, don't you know that you're hurting,All the people that love you, don't cast them aside. All the men that are constantly drooling,It's no life for you, stop all that screwing.You're packing your bags, you're coming with me.

"Woe to you, O Earth and SeaFor the Devil sends the Beast with wrathBecause he knows that time is shortLet him who hath understanding reckon the Number of the BeastFor it is a human numberIts number is six hundred-and-sixty-six." I left alone, my mind was blankI needed time to think to get the memories from my mindWhat did I see, can I believeThat what I saw that night was real and not just fantasy?Just what I saw, in my old dreamsWas a reflection of my warped mind staring back at me?'Cause in my dreams, it's always thereThe evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair Yeah! Night was black, was no use holding back'Cause I just had to see, was someone watching me?In the mist, dark figures move and twistWas all this for real, or just some kind of hell?666, the Number of the BeastHell and fire was spawned to be released Torches blazed and sacred chants were phrasedAs they start to cry, hands held to the skyIn the night, the fires are burning brightThe ritual has begun, Satan's work is done666, the number of the BeastSacrifice is going on tonight This can't go on, I must inform the lordCan this still be real or just some crazy dream?But I feel drawn towards the chanting hordesSeem to mesmerize...can't avoid their eyes666, the Number of the Beast666, the one for you and me I'm coming back; I will returnAnd I'll possess your body and I'll make you burnI have the fire, I have the forceI have the power to make my evil take its course

White man came across the seaHe brought us pain and miseryHe killed our tribes, he killed our creedHe took our game for his own needWe fought him hard, we fought him wellOut on the plains, we gave him hellBut many came, too much for CreeOh, will we ever be set free? Riding through dust clouds and barren wastesGalloping hard on the plainsChasing the redskins back to their holesFighting them at their own gameMurder for freedom, a stab in the backWomen and children and cowards attack Run to the hillsRun for your livesRun to the hillsRun for your lives Soldier blue in the barren wastesHunting and killing's a gameRaping the women and wasting the menThe only good Injuns are tameSelling them whiskey and taking their goldEnslaving the young and destroying the old Run to the hillsRun for your livesRun to the hillsRun for your lives Run to the hillsRun for your livesRun to the hillsRun for your lives Run to the hillsRun for your livesRun to the hillsRun for your lives Run to the hillsRun for your livesRun to the hillsRun for your lives Run to the hillsRun for your livesRun to the hillsRun for your lives

Shadows may hide you but also may be your grave.You're running today, maybe tomorrow you'll be saved.You pray for daylight to save you for a while.You wonder if your children will face the killer's smile. Dead men - tell no tales,In Gangland - murder's up for sale.Dead men - tell no tales,In Gangland - where the jailbirds die. Face at the window leers into your own.But it's only your reflection, still you tremble in your bones.How long can you hide? How long 'til they come?A rat in a trap but you've got to survive. Once you were glad to be free for a while.The air tasted good and the world was your friend.Then came the day when the hard times began.Now you're alone but alive for how long? A knife at your throat, another body on the pile.A contract to keep and it's service with a smile.Murder for vengeance or murder for gain.Death on the streets or a blacked out jail. Dead men - tell no tales,In Gangland - murder's up for sale.Dead men - tell no tales,In Gangland - where the jailbirds die. In Gangland you tell no tales.

Cold as steel the darkness waits it's hour will come.A cry of fear from our children worshipping the sun.Mother nature's black revenge on those who waste her life.War babies in the garden of Eden,Shall turn our ashes to ice. Sunrise has gone freezing up the fires.Sunrise has gone numbing our desires. Around the world the people stop,With terror stricken eyes.A shadow cast upon them all,To crush them like a fly.In the icy rain and whiplashed seas,There's nowhere left to run.The hammer blows of winter fall like a hurricane. Around the world the nations wait,For some wise word from their leading light.You know it isn't only madmen who listen to fools.Is this the end, the millions cried,Clutching their riches as they died.Those who survive must weather the storm. Gone are the days when man looked down.They've taken away his sacred crown.To be set free, it took so long.It's not journeys' end, it's just begun.

I'm waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chimeReflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time'Cause at 5 o'clock, they'll take me to the gallows poleThe sands of time for me are running low. When the priest comes to read me the last rites,I take a look through the bars at the last sights,Of a world that has gone very wrong for me. Can it be that there's some sort of errorHard to stop the surmounting terrorIs it really the end, not some crazy dream? Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming,It's not easy to stop from screamingBut words escape me when I try to speak.Tears fall but why am I crying,After all I'm not afraid of dying.Don't I believe that there never is an end. As the guards march me out to the courtyard,Somebody cries from a cell "God be with you".If there's a God then why has he let me go? As I walk my life drifts before me,Though the end is near I'm not sorry.Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away. Mark my words believe my soul lives onDon't worry now that I have goneI've gone beyond to see the truth When you know that your time is close at hand.Maybe then you'll begin to understand,Life down here is just a strange illusion. Hallowed be thy name