Flush them out, from where they hide They must answer for their crimes Evil deeds they commit, defy the lord We have our ways to make them speak Admit
Glory ahead, destiny awaits A formidable feat to scale the peaks A frozen wall beckons you to climb Take the plunge up high where many have died Your
With battleaxes drawn we race across the sky Hunting down our enemies, we will see them die A juggernaut of steel carries us to the end Unleash a bloody
Great and terrible are things That feed on fear Afflicting all the weak, Sucking up their tears Drain the life from those who cannot Stand the night
On shadowed roads we run, for secrets London holds New Cross to Camden Town, with metal force we rage In Paradise we clash, you will perish Our ambition
Don't walk the cold and ruthless streets They drain the life from all they meet The servants crying underground Smelling mortal blood like hounds As
The trumpets sound the end The crack of seals break Impending devastation brings the fall The sun it turns to black The weak will burn The leader comes
In the reaches of the old haunted trees A place where legend speaks of terrible things I've heard the rumors of the evil in the hills Spire of the tower
in blood With their heads they will pay the price Spill blood On their trail we hunt them tirelessly Spill blood Bloodshed eases their loss Spill their blood
This is the end, the final fight Spitting fire as it rolls across the grave Unearthly force and cruel design Feel the tremors of a sadistic death machine
A dormant spirit awakens You hear it from within Its warriors will bring about the war A fearsome power is rising Slumbering no more Bringing glory
The outbreak has begun End of days are coming Very few will survive this plague Gather all supplies, keep your wits about you A war is coming, prepare
Knee deep in the dead of their kind They carry on without seeming to mind Feed off their flesh, larger they grow Persevere through ice, wind and snow
fold As they're lunging for the kill Their riches will be ours Take no prisoners Leave no man alive For the ransacking awaits The decks awash with blood
Balls of ice, running through your mind You're gonna go insane Balls of ice, running through your mind Balls of ice You're gonna go insane Well, you
Hark! A scout has reached the gate, brining news of war In a fortnight they'll be here, legions of the nameless fear Our king he cannot lead, our king
Kiss the sand, praising the dry land he has found Everywhere on the shore there's treasure all around Bury deep the horded loot far down below No man
[S.T.R.E.E.T.S. cover]
