1. TO HELL AND BACK (SABATON COVER)

A short man from texas a man of the wild
Thrown into combat where bodies lie piled
Hides his emotions his blood is running cold
Just like his victories, his story unfolds

Bright a white light
If there 'd be, any glory in war
Let it rest on men like him
Dead men will never come back

Crosses grow on anzio
Where no soldiers sleep
And where hell is six feet deep
That death does wait there's no debate
So charge and attack
Going to hell and back

A man of the 15th a man of can do
Friends fall around him and yet he came through
Let them fall face down if they must die
Making it easier to say goodbye

Bright a white light
If there 'd be, any glory in war
Let it rest on men like him
Who went to hell and came back

Crosses grow on anzio
Where no soldiers sleep
And where hell is six feet deep
That death does wait there's no debate
So charge and attack
Going to hell and back

Oh gather round me
And listen while I speak
Of a war where hell is six feet deep
And all along the shore
Where cannons still roar
They're haunting my dreams
They are still there when I sleep

We saw crosses grow on anzio
Where no soldiers sleep
And where hell is six feet deep
That death does wait there's no debate
He charge and attack
He went to hell and back


2. DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS (DISTURBED COVER)

Can you feel that?
Ah, shit

Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel
(Will you give in to me?)
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me
(Will you give in to me?)

Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes (oh no)
There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me

Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me

I can see inside you, the sickness is rising
Don't try to deny what you feel
(Will you give in to me?)
It seems that all that was good has died
And is decaying in me
(Will you give in to me?)

It seems you're having some trouble
In dealing with these changes
Living with these changes (oh no)
The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the demon in me

Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me

(And when I dream)
No mommy, don't do it again
Don't do it again
I'll be a good boy
I'll be a good boy, I promise
No mommy don't hit me
Why did you have to hit me like that, mommy?
Don't do it, you're hurting me
Why did you have to be such a bitch
Why don't you,
Why don't you just fuck off and die
Why can't you just fuck off and die
Why can't you just leave here and die
Never stick your hand in my face again bitch
Fuck you!
I don't need this shit
You stupid sadistic abusive fucking whore
Would you like to see how it feels mommy?
Here it comes, get ready to die

Get up, come on get down with the sickness [3x]
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up come on get down with the sickness
Madness has now come over me


3. A WARRIOR'S CALL (VOLBEAT COVER)

Feel the fire, he's entering the ring
His mind set only on how to win
This danish fighter will break you in two
You will feel all his power

The viking warrior mikkel kessler will no brand his name
In the back of your head, yeah, you feel the floor again
Unleashing your cell, you will not even hear the bell
Maybe you're strong, but you don't stand a chance

Feel the power of the warrior
(Fight, fight, fight, fight)
Let's get ready to rumble

Breaking the record and breaking your bones
Born a warrior with a call
The champion feeding your face with a fist
You will feel all his power

The viking warrior mikkel kessler will no brand his name
In the back of your head, yeah, you feel the floor again
Unleashing your cell, you will not even hear the bell
Maybe you're strong, but you don't stand a chance

Feel the power of the warrior
(Fight, fight, fight, fight)
Let's get ready to rumble
(Fight, fight, fight, fight)
A gladiators left and hook
(Fight, fight, fight, fight)
Feel the pain tomorrow

Behold, here comes the son
Believe that he was born to be the chosen one
The call is for the warrior
His name will echo on the sea and on the crowd

Feel the fire, he's entering the ring
His mind set only on how to win
This danish fighter will break you in two
You will feel all his power

The viking warrior mikkel kessler will no brand his name
In the back of your head, yeah, you feel the floor again
Unleashing your cell, you will not even hear the bell
Maybe you're strong, but you don't stand a chance

Feel the power of the warrior
(Fight, fight, fight, fight)
Let's get ready to rumble
(Fight, fight, fight, fight)
A gladiators left and hook
(Fight, fight, fight, fight)
Feel the pain tomorrow

Behold, here comes the son
Believe that he was born to be the chosen one
The call is for the warrior
His name will echo on the sea and on the crowd


4. THE TROOPER (IRON MAIDEN COVER)

You'll take my life but I'll take yours too
You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through
So when you're waiting for the next attack
You'd better stand, there's no turning back

The bugle sounds, the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses' breath
As I plunge on into certain death

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

The horse he sweats with fear, we break to run
The mighty roar of the russian guns
And as we race towards the human wall
The screams of pain as my comrades fall

We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground
And the russians fire another round
We get so near yet so far away
We won't live to fight another day

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

We get so close, near enough to fight
When a russian gets me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
A burst of rounds takes my horse below

And as I lay there gazing at the sky
My body's numb and my throat is dry
And as I lay forgotten and alone
Without a tear I draw my parting groan

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh