1. WORDS OF WISDOM

(Instrumental)


2. TOMB OF THE STYGIAN KING

The power of all evil
The source of Magic's light
Defeater of the pagans
Worshipping Crom's Might

Fair ruler and protector killed by devil's hand!
Buried with his treasures he protects his land!

Tomb of the Stygian King!
His power rises in death!
Tomb of the Stygian King!
Enter at your own risk!

A new age begins
Millennia have past
Adventure awaits here
In this cursed nest

Crawling deep in the Dungeon a mummy on his throne!
Try to get closer – get the gold off his bones!


3. FIRE!

I’ve got this strange, strange feeling
I know that it ain’t right
A sensation so thrilling
A lust that I can’t fight

Fuel, matchsticks, fire – tools of my desire, tonight!
I will burn you to a crisp, feel the devil’s wrist, alright!
Ignite the blackened sky! Flames are burning high!
Sparks are gonna fly! Hear the children cry, tonight!

Fire!

I don’t care if you are orphans
I don’t care if you are old
I’m sorry – that’s no offense
I’ll burn you ‘cause your hearts are cold


4. VANGUARD OF DOOM

A total eclipse, the day turns into night
Skeleton warriors stand side by side
Mortal missiles repelled by their shields
All tanks are useless, the dead can't be killed

Satan has summoned his elite
An army of Styx under the moon
Mankind was crushed into ruins
They’re coming for you – the Vanguard of Doom!

Blasphemed generals shout their commands
Banshees are flying, ready to land
Black Magic Spells are cast to protect
Unholy mayhem, the Living Death

Our losses are too many to keep track
Humanity was enslaved by the black
They give you no choice you're ready to die
To burn in hell or join their side!


5. WATCH THE SKIES

On a bright star-rich night first contact was done
Alien forces finally have come
We think they're saviors, they are our doom
No treaties were made, we'll go with a boom

Oh, look up to the sky, the space invasion’s coming!
Oh, they come from the sky, the space invaders are calling!
Oh, look up to the sky, the space invasion’s coming!
Oh, they come from the sky – Watch the Skies!

We wanted peace, they want to destroy
We scream of pain, they scream of joy
Their bombs have split the earth's outer crust
Berlin is in flames and Tokyo’s in dust

Oh, look up to the sky, the space invasion’s starting!
Oh, they come from the sky, the space invaders are coming!
Oh, look up to the sky, the space invasion’s starting!
Oh, look up to the sky…


6. SPIRIT ARCHER

I can see the white part in his eye
A sign that he is close enough
I send an arrow directly into his chest
His mind shatters – he is taking his last breath

I won’t stop until I take all of your souls!
Where is your God now? Where is your savior?
I will guard this tomb – this tomb of mine!
Where is your God now? Where is your savior?

Spirit Archer – fight for your soul!
Spirit Archer – shoot your bow!

I am lost inside this forest
A wooden cross between the trees
What is this strange light before me shining?
A will-o’-wisp or a tavern’s lantern?

I won’t stop until I leave this goddamned place!
Where is my God now? Where is my savior?
Will I survive or will I stay until I die?
Where is my God now? Where is my savior?


7. WUT IM BAUCH

Du arbeitest den Rücken krumm
Kollegen mies gelaunt
Alle denken du bist dumm
"Was hört der für 'nen Sound?!"

Lange Haare, Leder, Jeans
Das will die Firma nicht
Die Chefs die kürzen den Verdienst
Du spuckst ihnen ins Gesicht!

Freitagabend ist‘s dir egal, irgendwo ist schon 'ne Show!
Wo Kumpels sind in hoher Zahl, da spiel'n sie Rock'n'Roll!
Gitarre, Bass und Drums so laut, der Sänger, der setzt ein!
Ja, die Songs sind dir vertraut und dein Aussehen stört hier keinen!

Heavy Metal! Wut im Bauch!

Alle sind hier so wie du
Aus einem Holz geschnitzt
Du vergisst den Tag im Nu
Die Stimmung ist erhitzt

Hard Rock Power, deutscher Stahl
Musik wie ein Orkan
Heavy Metal lässt dir keine Wahl
Du bebst wie ein Vulkan

Melodien aus einem Guss für die Ewigkeit!
Hier vergisst du all den Stuss aus deiner Arbeitszeit!
10 Bier, 3 Korn und Tabakrauch, mehr braucht dein Motor nicht!
Du läufst nicht auf Sparverbrauch, du rockst, bis du zerbrichst!

In England fing es alles an mit Maiden, Saxon, Priest!
Sie zieht die Kids in ihren Bann, exklusive Musik!
Heiß wie Höllenfeuer, Heavy Energie!
Sie rüttelt am Gemäuer dieser Spießerdynastie!


8. BORN TO PLAY ON 10

They tell us to play short songs and get nice looking hair
But we spit on their graves – our band’s still there
Stripes on a false tiger might wash away
But a band of brothers is here to stay

Occult Magic Might shine, we stand unabowed!
We’re still playing Heavy Metal – loud and proud!
They say they invoke demons – their spells are lullabies!
True warriors bow to none – ignore their cries!

Born! Born! Born to play on Ten!

A false prophet leads you and he will blind your eyes
But he’ll betray you and you’ll have to play the price
We crawled on our knees through sweat and through piss
Spent hours on roads – were never paid for this

We don’t care, laugh at us – it’s better than being ignored!
Anyway, used to it – that’s what fools are for!
“Change the singer!” they say, “maybe that will do!”
“Whatever” we thought, we won’t listen to you!

Slaves of the mainstream – hear the Heavy Sound!
Perish before us – Masters of the Underground!

Puppets on strings, controlled by masked men
Trying to cash in on the last of every fan
Changing your form to fit into the scene
Like a filthy whore – lewd and obscene

As long as there’s a stage we can stomp on and rage,
As long as we still carry six-strings and slay!
You won’t get us down – we won’t kiss the ground,
We’ll still play the Heavy Metal Sound!


9. CULT OF THE SNAKE

Demons dwell deep in the jungle
The sign of evil points towards the sun
The smell of decayed life surrounds you
Their blasphemous rituals have just begun

Moving onwards to the altar
Poisoned arrows aimed at your heart
You can hear their violent death screams
The stairs drenched black by their blood

Evil creatures, half snake and half human
Trying to rip your body apart
The golden age of civilization
Will it end or does it start

Might – Magic!
Darkness – Sorcery!
Armed with Crom’s Might!
Might – Magic!
Darkness – Sorcery!
Your sword reflects the light!

The temple turns to dust
It will be your fate
Eternal Champion’s dead
Knock onto Valhalla’s gate