The Damned

(album: Mad Butcher - 1987)

Black visions from the satellite sky
Deaf ears they hear not their cries
Fat jackals howl at the moon
Flies buzzing playing death's tune

Night ends but the sun it don't rise
Tombs open and the dead they will rise
Black market buys your soul real cheap
No escaping what you sow you will reap

Prisoners of the damned
Find another land
Planet of the lost
Land of fire and frost

Prisoners of the dead
Fear the unknown dread
Tidal waves at sea
Set the serpents free

Black visions from the satellite sky
Deaf ears they hear not their cries
Fat jackals howl at the moon
Flies buzzing playing death's tune

Coup d'etat on a global scale
Opposition locked up in jail
Domination the goons are the boss
Human race nailed to a cross

Prisoners of the damned
Find another land
Planet of the lost
Land of fire and frost

Prisoners of the dead
Fear the unknown dread
Tidal waves at sea
Set the serpents free

Prisoners of the damned
Find another land
Planet of the lost
Land of fire and frost

Prisoners of the dead
Fear the unknown dread
Tidal waves at sea
Set the serpents free