Running Wild Final Gates歌词

Ancient warriors, troops of hell Demon commands, parsons to fell Iron-bound horses, twinkling gaze Marching to win, black laws to raise. Satan's army, shields and swords Crying "Deliverance!", raising their lords Barking sleuthhounds on the pars

Mordant wall of smoke, barrels glow, shot their load Gunfire takes your breath, balls of lead causing death Thunderstorm breaks loose, the slaughter's son, life's on the loose Sounding the attack, soldiers fall, back to back The roaring horde is near

Running Wild - Jules Larson One day we're gonna look back on this and laugh, baby uh huh One day we're gonna say we grew up too fast, baby uh huh ooh... ooh... It's alright, it's ok if I've been acting crazy uh huh I just thought you should know that

The lights went out and the gear starts humming The air's on fire, ready to explode Adrenaline is rising high Sorrows have been kissed goodbye When it's coming The bombs go "bang" and the heads start shaking The pumping bass gonna shake the roof

Turn around, Hold me when I sleep. It's so much better when you're lying next to me. You turned your back upon another soul. So much to say. So much you'll never know. Bear in mind the good times that we see, And all the pressure it'll never come fro

The rifles are firing, the cracking of guns break the still The march of the soldiers, no mercy, no thoughts and no will They fall one by one, their blood is shed without sense Trapped in the spell of a nightmare War & peace, you're walking just stra

Breaking the waves, a ride on the wild raging sea Playing with fortune, oh, what a lust to be free Flashlights and thunder, the prattering rain on the hull From a stormy horison we get our course The cry of freedom Face in the wind, we're riding the

Weigh anchor, hoist the sails Cruisin' for booty on watery trails No exploiter we see can still sail on Our cannons fire till his ship goes down Fly our flag, we teach them fear Capture them, the end is near Firing guns they shell burn Surrender or f

A scarred and rakish seadog, mysterious opacity Walks the grove, the phantom's home Cuts down firs where men would flee Wooden beams and mortar, the timber shack is taking shape The tavern's baptized "Black Hand Inn" A blackened hand shines on t

Fighting on the TV, the trench war is on The host is getting greedy, the viewers having fun Kain is slaying Abel, with words below the belt Insult lives in the fable, no truth would ever help Hysteria is on One day hero Stripped down to the bone Redu