Over the skyline Approaching at high speed Objects of flames reaching higher Crossing the sky at Hell's pace comes a thousand Chariots of Fire...... Chariots
falls in death sleep Hell's calling you, you have no hope Carried by the fire chariot Carried by the fire chariot Carried by the fire chariot
1] - I'm gonna be, got to be ready When the chariot comes (When the chariot, when the chariot comes) I'm gonna be, got to be ready When the chariot comes
and wet' this be the route we'd always take and Our weapons were our instruments made from timber and steel we never yielded to conformity but stood like kings in a chariot
Blank stare. Smile, With teeth exposed. Novocain. All we are, are crocodiles. Black out. Blessed we come and blessed we go. But this world is full of
This horseless carriage leads me home. My hands remain folded. My life remains a Sunday. Brick by brick I built this staircase. Brick by brick I walk
This is the last chance you got, open wide. We both know we're both going to die, but there's a difference with you and I. You want Peace but refuse
Place. This is where the giants roam and their horses stand so tall. And their fists engaged, and fingers bent back to the palm, except one. And you
Ten thousand times ten thousand. Walking and marching and running and shoving and pressing on. Step by step, to the grave, marching on. You have a song
How can i smile while vampires sing? I must confess that sometimes i live up in a tree. Blessed by a ghost with an open arm and a steady hand for redemption
The Situations progressed. We built this city on rock and roll. It's my only regret. But bad is never good till there is worse. Scatter the ash of
Fight priest, Fight.Take pictures and make alright what you have lost, Give pride back to the ground. You got all you want, but all you have got is a
Basically, everything is going wrong and your only heart is gone. It is out of reach and it's grown But you didn't breakdown. You pressed on and found
You can't stop the race. People moving in place. Running a crooked path from place to place to place. Paved in gold. The chords from which we hang,
I didn't know that this fuse was for the end of it all. With a grin and a flame I watch the glory. With my back pressed against the wall and my face
Dancing around, into the isle and into the yard. Yes, we are practicing for war. Beg for your face. Beg for your fingertips. The request; the response
This world is a stage. Broken bones, no regrets. This world is a stage and everyone seems to have their opinion. Stick around, stay for a while. I am
Walk backwards. Say goodbye to what's right. Understanding what makes this, what makes us, what makes us right. God save this gun slinging generation
