Dark age, war Tyrants Veils of death Tyrants of the damned No meaning we saw Believers of war They had thirsts of gore A third Reich Built by bricks
[lyrics by Harry Conklin] Neon lights are flashing as the tyrants raise their swords Sounds of metal crashing the avenue overlords Kings of black leather
steel don't kill this world, it's the only place to live in harmony for the human race [CHORUS:] HUNTING THE TYRANTS HUNTING THE TYRANTS HUNTING THE TYRANTS HUNTING THE TYRANTS
gleam The days have come When the steel will rule And upon his head A crown of gold Your hand wields the might The tyrant's the precursor You carry
of the Tyrants The immortality of the gods Sits at their side As they leave the walls behind To reach the jewels gleam Circle of the Tyrants Days
They can?t get to me I?m sitting in the backseat, turn around And grab my gun, to rise against the pigs Communista, realista But I resist the instincts
! - of Tyrants Give me blood - Give me blood! - of Tyrants Give me blood - Give me blood! - of Tyrants Give me blood - Give me blood! - of Tyrants
Death has sent it's angels Heralds of war pain and fear In sunlight or darkness of night Sinister tyrants of cruelty On their black horses travel all
has no man been We're the tyrants We're the tyrants Armored horses, gloves of steel Silver blades, time to reveal We're the tyrants that guard the
jewels gleam The days have come When the steel will rule And upon his head A crown of gold Your hand wields the might The tyrant's the precursor You
up my wheat germ Chase it with heroine Guerilla biscuits, busting your windpipes into splinters Another thing that causes pain is the frost in the winter Circle of tyrants
, crush up my wheat germ Chase it with heroine Guerilla biscuits, busting your windpipes into splinters Another thing that causes pain is the frost in the winter Circle of tyrants
the tyrants The immortality of the Gods Sits at their side As they leave the walls behind To reach the jewels gleam The circle of the tyrants The
the jewels gleam The days have come When the steel will rule And upon his head A crown of gold Your hand wields the might The tyrant's the precursor
down the road of life another hopeless epoch Gruesome soul numbness People stare, do they known a firm fist of misery I am suffering the tyrants Every
down Tyrant, you're the plague of existence Tyrant, you're the king of the damned The battles of this fashioned war Ain't what we've been fighting for Tyrant
Wretched villains rise from the settled dust. Creed of tyrants form from loss and tragedy. Code of men stripped with no loyalty. We sat on the fence-line
Dark age, war Tyrants Veils of death Tyrants of the damned No meaning we saw Believers of war They had thirsts of gore A third reich Built by bricks
