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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