Running Wild

Last update on: July 25, 2017
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Night is on the city, street lights are burning bright Pest and sulphur in the air, claiming end of life Out of dark valleys and rocks comes the Master of Night Praying his sacred laws, no chance for evil to hide. He comes with rage and thunder to break, destroys the idols and gods Never gives, your soul he takes, just show 'em the way to hell Satan! Six sixty six is his number, he takes the crown of earth His sign is the circle of the beast, destroying only the worst Torture and pain to the badness, liberty and peace to the good Badness is going into madness They wait in vain for his grace Judgement day is here, the punishment for your deeds We're all the sons of Satan, your soul will hell-fire feed Nazis, moralists and conservatives are the death of the human race Cheating for wealth, raising the badness They wait in vain for his grace

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