When it's getting late, the night comes out.
The scene is ready to go.
Your friends are screaming in the yard.
They're waiting for the show.
Now the time has come.
For oh so long your pulse was just too low.
You're jittery, you're craving for the hellfire.
Voices aching, glass is breaking, denim jeans are tight.
The smell of leather's everywhere, you're heading for the fight.
Let's break the spell, the gates of hell are open the whole night.
That's how it begins, you're checking in and madness reigns.
Faster than a gun fire.
Louder than a hell choir.
Wrecking your neck.
There is no turning back for you.
Screaming speakers all around, your head's about to burst.
Maniacs fall to the ground, they're acting like they're cursed.
And the venue is on fire, it's your private hell on earth.
The night's your day and action's off to go!
And the lights go out.
On the stage death comes around.
The ground's upside down.
You never ever doubt to shout. Let it out!
The crowd is getting loud. To chicken out is not allowed.
You're ready when the lights go out.
On the stage death comes around.
The ground's upside down.
You never ever doubt to shout. Let it out!
With no fear to bleed or fall,
start to crash your ugly face to the wall.
Your face against, your face against, your face against the wall.
Your face against, destroy your choppers just to have a ball.
Your face against, your face against, your face against the wall.
Your face against, your face will hail all neck-breakers.
Your face against, your face against, your face against the wall.
Your face against, with your blood spreading through the hall.
Your face against, your face against, your face against the wall.
Your bleeding grin is checkin' in and madness reigns.
Faster than a gun fire.
Louder than a hell choir.
Wrecking your neck.
There is no turning back for you.
It's speeding up, you're warmed up now. The ceiling starts to sweat.
You're paralyzed, possessed, not thinking 'bout a single fret.
The lashing hair from everywhere, the never ending noise.
Ready or not, don't blame it on the choice.
And the lights go out.
On the stage death comes around.
The ground's upside down.
You never ever doubt to shout. Let it out!
The crowd is getting loud. To chicken out is not allowed.
You're ready when the lights go out.
On the stage death comes around.
The ground's upside down.
You never ever doubt to shout. Let it out!
With no fear to bleed or fall,
start to crash your ugly face to the wall.
Your face against, your face against, your face against the wall.
Your face against, destroy your choppers just to have a ball.
Your face against, your face against, your face against the wall.
Your face against, your face will hail all neck-breakers.
Your face against, your face against, your face against the wall.
Your face against, with your blood spreading through the hall.
Your face against, your face against, your face against the wall.
Your bleeding grin is checkin' in and madness reigns.
Faster than a gun fire.
Louder than a hell choir.
Wrecking your neck.
There is no turning back for you.
There is no turning back for you now!
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