Rob Halford The Mower
Hell brawl a landscape of the corpse
Still filled with no remorse
Such pickings for the crow
Who dances on a throne?
The Mover
Let perish be the word
The culling of the herd
And end is what we seek
Suspended disbelief
Abominations grief
The sea of evilution
Our world of destitution
No light, no air, no light, no air, no exit
Excruciating pain
Demoralized again
The wrecking has begun
The sickening undone
No light, no air, no light, no air, no exit
For witness had its way
Death sentence comes today
So struggle at the brink
It's time to be extinct
Upon a broken back
Hear every bone go crack
A gutless withered flesh
Led forward on its leash
Flat line in the abyss
Where nightmares reminisce
No air, no light, no exit
No air, no light, no exit
The confrontations rest
No air no light no exit
Flat line in the abyss
No air, no light, no exit