Call For The Priest

The are true british metal, defenders

Of the faith, a leather rebel, hell patrol

Beyond the realms of death, they'll

Deal with the devil, and call the saints

In hell, between the hammer and the

Anvil, the stained class metal gods

You've got another thing coming

You don't have to be old to be wise

Dissident aggressor, I believe you're the

Devil's child

Judas is rising, call for the priest - judas!

Heading out to the highway, across

The desert plains, a turbo lover, running

Wild, a touch of evil reigns, they're

Screaming for vengeance, beneath the

Blood red skies, the electric eye, of the

Hellion, is never satisfied. You've got another

Thing coming, you don't have to be old

To be wise, this dissident aggressor, like a

Painkiller out of the sky

The sinner and the tyrant, have evil fantasies

Before the dawn, the ripper, is living bad

Dreams, one shot at glory, killing machine

Some heads are gonna roll, the rapid fire

Grinder, delivering the goods