الأغاني:
Metal Church Live

The war is over The crypt we now taste In the late 1900's, there is no human race We split the planet with atomic birth Man has died We seal the

Nobody gonna take my car I'm gonna race it to the ground Nobody gonna beat my car It's gonna break the speed of sound Ooh! It's a killing machine it's

Stick your fingers in the eyes of night Rip open the belly of death and you'll see what is real Tear down the image of youth all around Steal the dreams

It's way past midnight There's a howling wind Oh God what can it be? Something out there evil And it's coming straight for me The house is dark and

A lonely god you captured, do you feel the pain Tried to help the people but your help was all in vain You gave to us their fire, but who was watching

total breakdown while living in Norway I felt the darkness of the black metal bands But being such a fawn of a man I didn't burn down any old churches

giant landscape, of broken rocks Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops Un cut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot Spotlight hits the metal

little girls bein' fast, bein' grown tryna' flirt Leavin' home wearin' pants then change into a skirt I live in the ghetto, I stay in the ghetto Run up wrong, I'm s*** that metal

While you healing a nigga feelings, yours are usually hurt It ain't amount of cash on earth to match what you really worth Know your turf has been the church