(instrumental)
soul, whoa It's just around the corner For those who dare to see With eyes of fire The burn right through me Blood painted on the streets Metal cuttin
Like the screaming eagle I'm on the run I blaze through the sky I kill for the fun No reason, no warning Nor shadow be found Got you in my sights And
Riding hard, high in the saddle Winged steed of unwearing flight Sweeping through air just like fire Swift of the foot, great of might Hear the screams
Abandon all hope for those who enter 'Cause there ain't too much of that down here A clouded mist in a darkened tunnel And twisted screams are growing
Move it to the front Reaching for the light Loosin' all control Using all your might Wheels are gonna spin Asses gonna shake We are gonna kick Walls are
're ready to strike We'll stop at nothing There's no holding back Born to raise hell We will attack Aah, yau Pounding away Tearing through flesh Soldiers of metal
: (Anthrax) Riding hard, high in the saddle Winged steed of unwearing flight Sweeping through air just like fire Swift of the foot, great of might
: (Bruce, Cooper, Dunaway, Smith, Buxton) Lines form on my face and hands Lines form from the ups and downs I'm in the middle without any plans I'm
ready to strike We'll stop at nothing There's no holding back Born to raise hell We will attack Pounding away Tearing through flesh Soldiers of metal
the madman at the wheel Got my foot pinned to the floor You can feel the engine roar I got thunder in my hands I'm metal thrashing mad, yeah Metal thrashing
just around the corner For those who dare to see With eyes of fire The burn right through me Blood painted on the streets Metal cutting into meat You
: (Lilker, Rosenfeld, Turbin) Move it to the front Reaching for the light Loosing all control Using all your might Wheels are gonna spin Asses gonna
: (Lilker, Rosenfeld, Turbin) Abandon all hope for those who enter Cause there ain't too much of that down here A clouded mist in a darkened tunnel
: (Anthrax) Out in the streets We're fighting tonight We're dirty and mean So run for you lives We stand side by side With our fists in the air We
: (Instrumental)
: (Lilker, Rosenfeld, Spitz) Like the screaming eagle I'm on the run I blaze through the sky I kill for the fun No reason, no warning Nor shadow be
