When you bite the hand that feeds Destructive forces out to get you When you can't fulfill your needs You can't achieve what you want to Burning bridges, a fire attack Burning bridges, you can't go back Unnecessary choice Victim of your own decisions Listen to your inner voice Product of your own condition Burning bridges, a fire attack Burning bridges, you can't go back Feeling the pressure bearing down on me Garbage or treasure, what's it going to be? Failure or success Balanced on the dividing line Sins to confess Ain't no one's fault but mine Burning bridges, a fire attack Burning bridges, you can't go back Burning bridges, a fire attack Burning bridges, you can't go back Seeing the future through distorted eyes Tainted by anger, stress and lies Feeling the pressure bearing down on me Garbage or treasure, what's it going to be? Burning bridges, a fire attack Burning bridges, you can't go back Controlling your actions All for good or bad Disposable transactions For that, you should be glad Burning bridges, a fire attack Burning bridges, you can't go back Burning bridges, a fire attack Burning bridges, you can't go back
On Fire Lyrics The music flows so free The songs inside of me That never seem to fade The many things I've seen And everywhere I've been And all the songs that I've played The choices that I made That I would not betray Then I would feel so lost The voice that is within That I could not begin Without accepting the cost On fire On fire I'm on fire I'll never burn out On fire On fire I'm on fire Of this have no doubt I know that I will never let go I know that I will always grow I love just what I do Won't stop until I'm through Never take me away I give it all I got You know I'll never stop You know I'm here to stay On fire On fire I'm on fire I'll never burn out On fire On fire I'm on fire Of this have no doubt
Magical gris-gris and mojo bag Ason rattle, Tongue of Dan In he Badji a sacred alter room So begins the ritual of the dead man's tomb Superstition where it's been said Rituals to wake the dead, wake the dead New Orleans Voo Doo New Orleans Voo Doo Giyon is said to mean bad luck Sound of the ogan, the bell is struck Rituals to wake the dead, wake the dead On the cord drum. tanbou fey The Voo Doo priest begins to play The kwa-kwa rattle keeps in beat The Nago dance in the summer heat Superstition where it's been said Rituals to wake the dead, wake the dead [Chorus x3]
Tarot card and tealeaves A crystal ball The gypsy's kiss The death cards call Bad luck, misfortune Superstitious belief Good luck, a rebirth And a sigh of relief This is thirteen This is thirteen Cast a spell from the wave of a wand The depths of hell, there's a voice from beyond Palm reading, candlelight Fortunes to tell Fear the unknown Under a spell This is thirteen This is thirteen The fortuneteller's incantation Rats in the cellar, abomination Edge of your seat in anticipation Reincarnation Belief in a myth Holding a séance Is it the dead you're talking with? This is thirteen This is thirteen This is thirteen This is thirteen This is thirteen This is thirteen
Forged in Fire • 1983 Machines made for killing at mach speed and more Sleek in design and loaded for war Sidewinding missiles, heat-seeks and sparrows Strafing squadrons cause havoc and terror Winged Assassins - Seek their prey Camouflage colours impair observation Insignia painted depicting its nation Defying detection at low altitude Penetrate, attack, evade and elude Soaring death - Taking lives No escape - Widows weep Winged Assassins - Seek their prey Radar is sweeping and scanning the skies Searching out targets with infrared eyes Enemy forces appear on the screen Computers lock in, all systems are green Formation - Orders, permission to arm Closing in - To make the kill Trigger in hand, blood lust in his heart The pilot is ready to play out his part Underwing stores await a demand Releasing the arsenal upon his command Soaring death - Taking lives No escape - Widows weep Permission is given to unleash the power Rockets home in, strike and devour Wreckage falls helpless rolling in flames Another life wasted in some general′s games Task complete - Honours awaiting heroes Painted scrap - Awarding murder Winged Assassins - Seek their prey
If you like this music , they paved the way for a lot of metal, bands back in the day , they should of had more recognition. Not an easy song to play to live .
That brought back memories of when I was introduced to Anvil through Metal For Breakfast!! Looking forward to the show w/ Psycho coming soon! Safe travels on tour.
I don't want to live versions of songs I'm try to listen to Mainly because I can't hear the band over the screaming fans And the instruments just sound hollow
