Deliver us from all the wicked
Deliver us from the woe
Free, these chains of hell
and now''s the time to strike the final blow

One by one, to the swords, to the guns!
Two by two, and away we go
Father and Son, heed the words we pray
Deliver us from Evil this day
Deliver us from Evil today

Deliver us from ill minded rulers
Deliver us from all their talk
See all the evil and the greed
These people that seek what they''ve lost

One by one, to the swords, to the guns!
Two by two, and away we go
Father and Son, heed the words we pray
Deliver us from Evil this day
Deliver us from Evil today

Prepare for the final awakening
Prepare for the time it has come
Look to the heavens! A crack in the sky
The ending of time has begun
. . . and now all that you have is gone . . .

Deliver us from all the hatred
Deliver us from all the sin
and we who believe will eternally sing
these words in which we call the battle hymn!

One by one, to the swords, to the guns!
Two by two, and away we go
Father and Son, heed the words we pray
Deliver us from Evil this day
Deliver us from Evil today
Deliver us from Evil . . . we pray!

The morning woke, the day was breakin'' . . . she left me far behind
She was gone, I couldn''t take it . . . no more tears to cry.

We gathered ''round her place of resting, for the last goodbye
She lay in white like a dream unending, the saddened clouds they cried . . .

Tears for all the joy we had
Tears for all the pain
All the years I have to live
These Winter Tears, I''ll cry for you until we meet again

You gave me life, you gave me lovin''
Showed me what love could bring
And every night when I think about you
I begin to sing . . .

Tears for all the joy we had
Tears for all the pain
All the years I have to live
These Winter Tears, I''ll cry for you until we meet again

Tears for all the joy we had
Tears for all the pain
These Winter Tears I have inside
Will always cry your name.
The years I have to live . . .
These Winter Tears, I''ll cry for you until we meet again

You made me see right past myself
well beyond my fears
Realized I''m synchronized
far beyond my years
I''m so geared into them
I serve unto their souls
Now that I''m addicted
my hunger only grows

I''m a Child of the Damned
I follow where I go
Rigging to the cross
as holy as a whore!
I''m just a child of the damned

Witches'' coven the time is come
for those sabbatical years
Revelation is the message
for all in all to hear
Prophets slayed mankind arrayed
into a mass submission
Evil''s here and the lord of hell
gives you the proposition!

I''m a Child of the Damned
I follow where I go
rigging to the cross
as holy as a whore!
I''m just a child of the damned

Give away your life''s goals
your meaning and ambition
It means nothing to you
after all it''s superstition!
Do not be afraid
the world is near the end
is it better to rule in hell,
than it is to serve in heaven?

I''m a Child of the Damned
I follow where I go
rigging to the cross
as holy as a whore!
I''m just a child of the damned.

He was once a younger man, just like you and I
But times have changed for this old man, the story makes you cry

Now the nights are getting colder, can you lift a hand
Soon to die, I''m growing older, help me if you can

Just a Penny for a Poor Man
A poor man, yes I am . . .
Just a Penny for a Poor Man

An honest man with a heart of gold, stricken by his luck
All alone, not a single friend, and no one to love

If you had no food or shelter, just a place to stand
Would you ask for some assistance, would you need a hand?

Just a Penny for a Poor Man
A poor man, yes I am . . .
Just a Penny for a Poor Man

Will he live until tomorrow, or will he die today?
Can you feel the grief and sorrow that this song portrays?

Now you say you are a rich man, well show us what you have!
If your heart holds any riches, lend a helping hand . . .

Just a Penny for a Poor Man
A poor man, yes I am . . .
Just a Penny for a Poor Man
Just a Penny for a Poor Man
A poor man, yes I am . . .
Just a Penny for a Poor Man

On the eve of tribulation
before the morrow''s wrath
it was then that the covens gathered
for the final black mass!
The moon it was full
and the time had come for us all
the sun it was gone
and the people awaited their call
the devil was there
with the fire burning in the air
the demons they danced
and drank from the chalice they shared
nobody cared!

Now the evil of man
had passed by the act of Lucifer�s kiss
and the evil broke loose
from the tombs of hell''s fiery abyss
the devil was there
with the fire burning in the air
the demons they danced
and drank from the chalice they shared

now the prince knelt down
for communion of the time that he fast
and the father he blessed
his child with the blood of the black mass!
Black mass!

It comes through the heavens, on a mission from hell
A force of destruction, that nothing can repel
A story is born that no one will live to tell

The obliteration of man, now encased in its shell
At the push of a button, we all will go to hell
Who will be left to toll the funeral bell . . .

The Hammer will Fall on you!
The Hammer will Fall on you!

Devastation, destruction of all the nations
Annihilation, clouding of all the skies
Raise the dead from their graves, and throw in yourselves and hide

Save us - from ourselves
Save us - from ourselves
Save us - from ourselves
Save us - from ourselves
Save us . . .

As I laid my head to rest, my grandmother she said.
I have for you a fairy tale of a friend I knew so well.

The story that I tell you, is as close as you can feel.
So close your eyes and go to sleep, I''ll make your dreams come real.

There was a boy just like you, a handsome lad he was.
He never played with the other children, he was the only son.
His father and his mother, spoiled him with toys.
His grandmother, she was a witch, a scare to little boys.

They called her Mrs. Victoria
The little girls and boys their stories told ya
On Halloween the children didn''t dare
They knew behind the door there was a scare

He went to school just like you, he never missed a class
But all the other children, they made fun of him and laughed
His teacher she felt sorry for him, put him above the rest
But all his mates they beat and bruised him, called him the teacher''s pet

They called her Mrs. Victoria
They didn''t like her grandson so they showed her
They beat him up before an after school
To all the kids he was the fool of fools

His name was Johnny just like yours, a lonely boy he''d been
He knew his grandma was the reason why he had no friends
All the children hated her, they hated this young boy
He thought that he would kill her, he was ready to destroy

Her name was Mrs. Victoria
He stabbed her in the back, the blood poured from her
Now Johnny lives alone, he has no problems or no pain
Inside an asylum, for the insane.