Call For The Priest کے بول

The are true british metal, defenders Of the faith, a leather rebel, hell patrol Beyond the realms of death, they'll Deal with the devil, and call the saints In hell, between the hammer and the Anvil, the stained class metal gods You've got another thing coming You don't have to be old to be wise Dissident aggressor, I believe you're the Devil's child Judas is rising, call for the priest - judas! Heading out to the highway, across The desert plains, a turbo lover, running Wild, a touch of evil reigns, they're Screaming for vengeance, beneath the Blood red skies, the electric eye, of the Hellion, is never satisfied. You've got another Thing coming, you don't have to be old To be wise, this dissident aggressor, like a Painkiller out of the sky The sinner and the tyrant, have evil fantasies Before the dawn, the ripper, is living bad Dreams, one shot at glory, killing machine Some heads are gonna roll, the rapid fire Grinder, delivering the goods