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No life till leather
We're gonna kick some ass tonight
We got the metal madness
When our fans start screaming it's right, well alright, yeah
When we start to rock we never want to stop again
Hit the lights
Hit the lights
Hit the lights
We know our fans are insane
We're gonna blow this place away
With volume higher than anything today, the only way, yeah
When we start to rock we never want to stop again
Hit the lights
Hit the lights
Hit the lights
With all our screaming
We're gonna rip right through your brain
We got the lethal power
It's causing you sweet pain, oh sweet pain, yeah
When we start to rock we never want to stop again
Hit the lights
Hit the lights
Hit the lights
Hit the lights
Words and Music by James Hetfield and Lars Ulrich
© 1983 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved
By the last breath the fourth winds blow
Better raise your ears
The sound of hooves knock at your door
Lock up your wife and children now
It's time to wield the blade
For now you've got some company
The horsemen are drawing nearer
On leather steeds they ride
They've come to take your life
On through the dead of night
With the four horsemen ride
Or choose your fate and die
Oh, yeah yeah!
You have been dying since the day you were born
You know it's all been planned
The quartet of deliverance rides
A sinner once, a sinner twice
No need for confessions now
Cause now you've got the fight of your life
The horsemen are drawing nearer
On leather steeds they ride
They've come to take your life
On through the dead of night
With the four horsemen ride
Or choose your fate and die
Oh, yeah yeah!
Time - has taken its toll on you
The lines that crack your face
Famine - your body it has torn through
Withered in every place
Pestilence - for what you had to endure
And what you have put others through
Death - deliverance for you for sure
Now there's nothing you can do
So gather round young warriors now
And saddle up your steeds
Killing scores with demon swords
Now is the death of doers of wrong
Swing the judgement hammer down
Safely inside armor blood guts and sweat
The horsemen are drawing nearer
On leather steeds they ride
They've come to take your life
On through the dead of night
With the four horsemen ride
Or choose your fate and die
Oh, yeah yeah!
Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Dave Mustaine
© 1983 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved
Living and dying, laughing and crying
Once you have seen it you'll never be the same
Life in the fast lane is just how it seems
It's hot and it's heavy and dirty and mean
Motorbreath, it's how I live my life
I can't take it any other way
Motorbreath, the sign of living fast
It is going to take your breath away
Don't stop for nothing, it's full speed or nothing
I'm taking down, you know, whatever's in my way
Getting your kicks as you're shooting the line
Sending the shivers up and down my spine
Motorbreath, it's how I live my life
I can't take it any other way
Motorbreath, the sign of living fast
It is going to take your breath away
Those people who tell you not to take chances
They are all missing on what life's about
You only live once, so take hold of the chance
Don't end up like others, same song and dance
Motorbreath, it's how I live my life
I can't take it any other way
Motorbreath, the sign of living fast
It is going to take your breath away
Words and Music by James Hetfield
© 1983 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved
Down in the depths of my fiery home
The summons bell will chime
Tempting you and all the earth
To join our sinful kind
There's a job to be done and I'm the one
You people make me do it
Now it's time for your fate, and I won't hesitate
To pull you down into this pit
So come on
Jump in the fire
So come on
Jump in the fire
With hell in my eyes and with death in my veins
The end is closing in
Feeding on the minds of man
And from their souls within
My disciples all shout to search you out
And they always shall obey
Follow me now, my child, not the meek or the mild
But do just as I say
So come on
Jump in the fire
So come on
Jump in the fire
Jump by your will or be taken by force
I'll get you either way
Trying to keep the hellfire lit
I'm stalking you as prey
Living your life as me, I am you, you see
There is part of me in everyone
So reach down, grab my hand, walk with me through the land
Come home where you belong
So come on
Jump in the fire
So come on
Jump in the fire
So come on
Jump in the fire
So come on
Jump in the fire
Come on, jump in, yeah!
Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Dave Mustaine
© 1983 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved
Late at night, all systems go, you've come to see the show
We do our best, you're the rest, you make it real, you know
There's a feeling deep inside that drives you fucking mad
A feeling of a hammerhead, you need it oh so bad
Adrenaline starts to flow
You're thrashing all around
Acting like a maniac
Whiplash
Bang your head against the stage like you never did before
Make it ring, make it bleed, make it really sore
In a frenzied madness with your leather and your spikes
Heads are bobbing all around, it's hot as hell tonight
Adrenaline starts to flow
You're thrashing all around
Acting like a maniac
Whiplash
Here onstage the Marshall noise is piercing through your ears
It kicks your ass, kicks your face, exploding feeling nears
Now's the time to let it rip, to let it fucking loose
We're gathered here to be with you cause this is what we choose
Adrenaline starts to flow
You're thrashing all around
Acting like a maniac
Here we go!
Whiplash!
The show is through, the metal's gone, it's time to hit the road
Another town, another gig, again we will explode
Hotel rooms and motorways, this life out here is raw
But we'll never stop, we'll never quit, cause we're Metallica
Adrenaline starts to flow
You're thrashing all around
Acting like a maniac
Words and Music by James Hetfield and Lars Ulrich
© 1983 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved
Sound is ripping through your ears
The deafening sound of metal nears
Your body's waiting for his whips
The taste of leather on your lips
Hear the cry of war, louder than before
With his sword in hand, to control the land
Crushing metal strikes, on this frightening night
Fall onto your knees for the Phantom Lord
Victims falling under chains
You hear them crying dying pains
Fist of terror's breaking through
Now there's nothing you can do
Hear the cry of war, louder than before
With his sword in hand, to control the land
Crushing metal strikes, on this frightening night
Fall onto your knees for the Phantom Lord
The leather armies have prevailed
The Phantom Lord has never failed
Smoke is lifting from the ground
The rising volume, metal sound
Hear the cry of war, louder than before
With his sword in hand, to control the land
Crushing metal strikes, on this frightening night
Fall onto your knees for the Phantom Lord
Fall to your knees
And bow down to the Phantom Lord
Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Dave Mustaine
© 1983 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved
No mercy for what we're doing
No thought to even what we've done
We don't need to feel the sorrow
No remorse for the helpless one
War without end
No remorse, no repent
We don't care what it meant
Another day, another death
Another sorrow, another breath
No remorse, no repent
We don't care what it meant
Another day, another death
Another sorrow, another breath
Blood feeds the war machine
As it eats a way across the land
We don't need to feel the sorrow
No remorse is the one command
War without end
No remorse, no repent
We don't care what it meant
Another day, another death
Another sorrow, another breath
No remorse, no repent
We don't care what it meant
Another day, another death
Another sorrow, another breath
Only the strong survive
No will to save the weaker race
We are ready to kill all comers
Like a loaded gun right at your face
War without end
No remorse, no repent
We don't care what it meant
Another day, another death
Another sorrow, another breath
No remorse, no repent
We don't care what it meant
Another day, another death
Another sorrow, another breath
Attack
Bullets are flying, people are dying
With madness surrounding, all hell's breaking loose
Soldiers are hounding, bodies are mounting
Cannons are shouting to take their abuse
With war machines going, blood starts to flowing
No mercy given to anyone here
The furious fighting, swords are like lightning
It all becomes frightening, you know death is near
No remorse
Words and Music by James Hetfield and Lars Ulrich
© 1983 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved
We're scanning the scene in the city tonight
We're looking for you to start up a fight
There's an evil feeling in our brains
But it's nothing new, you know it drives us insane
Running, on our way
Hiding, you will pay
Dying, one thousand deaths
Running, on our way
Hiding, you will pay
Dying, one thousand deaths
Searching, seek and destroy
Searching, seek and destroy
Searching, seek and destroy
Searching, seek and destroy
There is no escape and that's for sure
This is the end, we won't take any more
Say goodbye to the world you live in
You have always been taking but now you're giving
Running, on our way
Hiding, you will pay
Dying, one thousand deaths
Running, on our way
Hiding, you will pay
Dying, one thousand deaths
Searching, seek and destroy
Searching, seek and destroy
Searching, seek and destroy
Searching, seek and destroy
Our brains are on fire with the feeling to kill
And it won't go away until our dreams are fulfilled
There is only one thing on our minds
Don't try running away, cause you're the one we will find
Running, on our way
Hiding, you will pay
Dying, one thousand deaths
Running, on our way
Hiding, you will pay
Dying, one thousand deaths
Searching, seek and destroy
Searching, seek and destroy
Searching, seek and destroy
Searching, seek and destroy
Words and Music by James Hetfield and Lars Ulrich
© 1983 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved
Thunder and lightning, the gods take revenge
Senseless destruction
Victims of fury are cowardly now
Running for safety
Stabbing the harlot to pay for her sins
Leaving the virgin
Suicide running as if it were free
Ripping and tearing
Oh, through the mist and the madness
We're trying to get the message to you
Metal militia
Metal militia
Metal militia
Chained and shadowed to be left behind
Nine and one thousand
Metal militia, for your sacrifice
Ironclad soldiers
Join or be conquered, the law of the land
What will befall you?
The metalization of your inner soul
Twisting and turning
Oh, through the mist and the madness
We're trying to get the message to you
Metal militia
Metal militia
We are as one, yes, we all are the same
Fighting for one cause
Leather and metal are our uniforms
Protecting what we are
Joining together to take on the world
With our heavy metal
Spreading the message to everyone here
Come let yourself go
Oh, through the mist and the madness
We're trying to get the message to you
Metal militia
Metal militia
Metal militia
Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Dave Mustaine
© 1983 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved