Overkill

(альбом: Feel The Fire - 1985)

Riding the wind on a stormy night
Rides a mother's son to take your life
They say he died ten years ago
But the list of victims seems to grow
Like father like son the Bible read
Three sixes brand the top of his head
Never heard, seen then too late
Overkill, seals your fate

Driven by the host of hell
Wicked smile cross, the showing skull
The victim dies no fucking loss
Overkill, buries the cross
That scarlet sin the soul is weary
Genre et morte, mal vivire
The fallen angels open the cell
Overkill's victim enters Hell

Who can tell me who I am
Am I Overkill each death a sin
Questions linger as I walk the path
I am Overkill, the Devil's wrath
So when you walk alone, in the night
And your bones are chilled, skin so tight
Beware the sound of a galloping horse
Overkill has another corpse

Ride high, ride tall Overkill will never fall
Full moon, sharp sword Satan is your Lord
Midnight, dark sky Overkill will never die
Blood bath, die fast Overkill the Devil's wrath

Riding the wind on a stormy night
Rides a mother's son to take your life
They say he died ten years ago
But the list of victims seems to grow
Like father like son the Bible read
Three sixes brand the top of his head
Never heard, seen then too late
Overkill

Ride high, ride tall Overkill will never fall
Full moon, sharp sword Satan is your Lord
Midnight, dark sky Overkill will never die
Blood bath, die fast Overkill the Devil's wrath

Kill kill kill kill kill!