★ Verse 1 ★ The time has come and the reckoning's begun All kinds of scum will come marching to the drum Without the sun to protect the mortals from The demons and the beasts who've come to have some fun
★ Chorus ★ One, two - marched the crew Lock your doors, cause they're after you Three, four - many more Denizens of hell heading into war Keep your windows shut If you hear their rhythmic strut But no one's truly safe tonight From the death parade of blight
★ Verse 2 ★ They want to eat and they feast on human meat Blood on the street, which to them seems rather sweet They won't retreat, motivated by the beat They're coming forth and crushing skulls under their feet
★ Instrumental Break ★ (You either pray, or become their prey You either pray, or become their prey You either pray, or become their prey You either pray, or become their prey!) ★ Verse 3 ★ Fueled by their raging hate They've destroyed the gates of hell Under their chaotic reign All of mankind also fell But with no meat on their plate They've decided to rebel On their way to heaven's gate They'll destroy the skies as well
★ Bridge ★ This parade is a renegade - Helping the angels decide on their fate This parade is a masquerade - Wearing the faces of angels they slayed This parade is undismayed - Drinking the holy blood like lemonade This parade is an escapade - Ran by the evil that only knows hate
★ Chorus ★ One, two - marched the crew Lock your doors, cause they're after you Three, four - many more Denizens of hell heading into war Keep your windows shut If you hear their rhythmic strut But no one's truly safe tonight From the death parade of blight
Blue Blind Bird - To Die With You {Verse 1} It's dark outside. I wake, uptight I stare into the night and to the stars And in the sky I see your smile I stay there for a while, you're in my
Blue Blind Bird - Approaching Inferno {Verse 1} The time has come and the reckoning's begun All kinds of scum will come marching to the drum Without the sun to protect the mortals from The demons and the
Blue Blind Bird - Driller Thriller There was a man, who lived in a crate His co-workers sucked, his life wasn't great 'til one day he found, lay in the junk A drill with a crank and a meaty bone chunk He