Generally Hostile Songtext
von Jag Panzer
Generally Hostile Songtext
Town clock echo splits the night
The witching hour moves even closer
To the brink of time that is at hand
Sound of heels pound the street
From the curse that rules the town
Chill of death has come to reap the damned
For years ago he went away
And now he′s back to claim
The unsuspected souls to justify his death
Oh, foolish souls, you'd best make haste
There is no time to contemplate
The hammer brings the twelfth and your last breath
He′s the one who holds the night
In the hollow of his hand
Evil reigning ruler of the dark
Striking with a furious urge
A thunderbolt from hell
Everything he touches bears his mark
Seeking no amusement
In any lovers foolish games
But go ahead and let them all begin
He lives his life in malice
Not a single night in shame
Burning bright the everlasting flames of sin
I'm a man who shows no mercy for the weak
No mercy! No mercy! No mercy!
I'm a man who shows no mercy for the weak
No mercy! No mercy! No mercy!
I′m a man who shows no mercy for the weak
No mercy! No mercy! No mercy!
I′m a man who shows no mercy for the weak
No mercy!
Dangling at the end of your rope
Can't you see it′s around your neck
Desolation of another kind
Your head's in heaven flying high
Your heart′s in hell burning lust
Infatuation's always in your mind
You′re the perfect sinner
Yes, the one who stabbed me in the back
You've got no guts, just like the rest
I thrust my blade in, give a twist
Tear a scream from your lips
One o'clock takes your final breath, yeah!
I′m a man who shows no mercy for the weak
No mercy! No mercy! No mercy!
I′m a man who shows no mercy for the weak
No mercy!
No mercy! No mercy!
No mercy! No mercy!
No mercy! No mercy!
No mercy! No mercy!
The witching hour moves even closer
To the brink of time that is at hand
Sound of heels pound the street
From the curse that rules the town
Chill of death has come to reap the damned
For years ago he went away
And now he′s back to claim
The unsuspected souls to justify his death
Oh, foolish souls, you'd best make haste
There is no time to contemplate
The hammer brings the twelfth and your last breath
He′s the one who holds the night
In the hollow of his hand
Evil reigning ruler of the dark
Striking with a furious urge
A thunderbolt from hell
Everything he touches bears his mark
Seeking no amusement
In any lovers foolish games
But go ahead and let them all begin
He lives his life in malice
Not a single night in shame
Burning bright the everlasting flames of sin
I'm a man who shows no mercy for the weak
No mercy! No mercy! No mercy!
I'm a man who shows no mercy for the weak
No mercy! No mercy! No mercy!
I′m a man who shows no mercy for the weak
No mercy! No mercy! No mercy!
I′m a man who shows no mercy for the weak
No mercy!
Dangling at the end of your rope
Can't you see it′s around your neck
Desolation of another kind
Your head's in heaven flying high
Your heart′s in hell burning lust
Infatuation's always in your mind
You′re the perfect sinner
Yes, the one who stabbed me in the back
You've got no guts, just like the rest
I thrust my blade in, give a twist
Tear a scream from your lips
One o'clock takes your final breath, yeah!
I′m a man who shows no mercy for the weak
No mercy! No mercy! No mercy!
I′m a man who shows no mercy for the weak
No mercy!
No mercy! No mercy!
No mercy! No mercy!
No mercy! No mercy!
No mercy! No mercy!
Writer(s): Mark Andrew Briody, Harry Conklin, John Ronald Tetley, Rick Hilyard, Joseph Tafolla Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com