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