Their souls possessed by evil Their lives belong to him Millions of years have watched them reign The streets of old Salem The force is which they worship
He's the warlock he's the midnight man With magic he attacks The sorcerer of full moons eyes His soul is drenched in black Within his lair for no one
Around the earth you can hear our cries Echo over the land A coven of once noble humans The symbol of honest man Our sadness is always now and forever
Waiting in the dead of night Your mind is all but still Stalking is a horrid fright It's a battle of wills Worried you will feel the end Can you feel
[Overkill cover] Ain't no job too big or small, Just one sweep of the wreckin' ball Put 'em up, we'll knock 'em down, Or knock 'em up, then leave town
War! Inside his mind it's '69 Somewhere in Vietnam Yes, in his head there's millions dead From guns, grenades, and bombs For he's the one that feels the
Modern man in search of life He wants to touch the stars A million ways in which to die He wishes to depart this world "Grant thee wings and let me fly
[Witchkiller (Can) cover] Invaders cross our borders, riding hard on steeds of fury Bent on destruction laying waste to all within their path Warriors
Last day of October as you walk the path While morbid thoughts fill your head That sinister lady you met in the woods Has frightened you way beyond scared
For in my heart there's sorrow I've been feeling this pain for all so long The pouring rains have set the tone For my closing day to come Thunder it lights
Let me take you to a prison Where a man is dying behind bars His death is right before him But it's not his choice and it's not his fault They served
: I once believed in miracles Until the day did come The day when all signs of life Came crashing to the ground I sadly watched as death Did take them
: Waiting in the dead of night Your mind is all but still Stalking is a horrid fright It's a battle of wills Worried you will feel the end Can you feel
: [Overkill cover] Ain't no job too big or small, Just one sweep of the wreckin' ball Put 'em up, we'll knock 'em down, Or knock 'em up, then leave
: War! Inside his mind it's '69 Somewhere in Vietnam Yes, in his head there's millions dead From guns, grenades, and bombs For he's the one that feels
: The weight of the world It pulls at the soul Bringing you down to your knees The faces of doom they stare down at you Demanding and taking from thee
: I'm a soldier of fortune, I'm trained and I'm ready to kill Put me in battle I follow the sound of the gun And give me an order At many I'll fire at