Music - http://maxpages.com/myrocklyrics/METALLICA_ride_the

Fight Fire With Fire

Do unto others as they have done to you.
But what the hell is this world coming to?

Blow the universe into nothingness.
Nuclear warfare shall lay us to rest.

Fight fire with fire.
Ending is near.
Fight fire with fire.
Bursting with fear.

We all shall die.

Time is like a fuse, short and burning fast.
Armageddon is here, like said in the past.

Fight fire with fire.
Ending is near.
Fight fire with fire.
Bursting with fear.

Soon to fill our lungs the hot winds of death.
The gods are laughing, so take your last breath.

Fight fire with fire.
Ending is near.
Fight fire with fire.
Bursting with fear.

Fight fire with fire...
Fight.

Ride the Lightning

Guilty as charged.
But damn it, it ain't right.
There is someone else controlling me.

Death in the air.
Strapped in the electric chair.
This can't be happening to me.

Who made you God to say,
"I'll take your life from you!"

Flash before my eyes.
Now it's time to die.
Burning in my brain.
I can feel the flame.

Wait for the sign.
To flick the switch of death.
It's the beginning of the end.

Sweat, chilling cold.
As I watch death unfold.
Consciousness is my only friend.

My fingers grip with fear.
What am I doing here?

Flash before my eyes.
Now it's time to die.
Burning in my brain.
I can feel the flame.

Someone help me.
Oh please God help me.
They are trying to take it all away.
I don't want to die.

Time moving slow.
The minutes seems like hours.
The final curtain call I see.

How true is this?
Just get it over with.
If this is true, just let it be.

Wakened by horrid scream.
Freed from this frightening dream.

Flash before my eyes.
Now it's time to die.
Burning in my brain.
I can feel the flame.

For Whom the Bell Tolls

Make his fight on the hill in the early day.
Constant chill deep inside.
Shooting gun, on they run through the endless grey.
On they fight, for they are right, yes, but who's to say?

For a hill, men would kill, why? They do not know.
Suffered wounds test their pride.
Men of five, still alive through the raging glow.
Gone insane from the pain that they surely know.

For whom the bell tolls.
Time marches on.
For whom the bell tolls.

Take a look at the sky just before you die.
It's the last time he will.
Blackened roar, massive roar fillsthe crumbling sky.
Shattered goal fill his soul with a ruthless cry.

Stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery.
He hears the silence so loud.
Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be.
Now they see what will be, blindeed eyes to see.

For whom the bell tolls.
Time marches on.
For whom the bell tolls.

Fade to Black

Life it seems, will fade away.
Drifting further every day.
Getting lost within myself.
Nothing matters no one else.

I have lost the will to live.
Simply nothing more to give.
There is nothing more for me.
Need the end to set me free.

Things not what used to be.
Missing one inside of me.
Deathly lost, this can't be real.
Cannot stand this hell I feel.

Emptiness is filling me.
To the point of agony.
Growing darkness taking dawn.
I was me, but now he's gone.

No one but me can save myself but it's too late.
Now I can't think, think why I should even try.

Yesterday seems as though it never existed.
Death Greets me warm, now I will just say goodbye.

Trapped Under Ice

I don't know how to live through this hell.
Woken up, I'm still locked in this shell.
Frozen soul, frozen down the core.
Break the ice, I can't take anymore.

Freezing.
Can't move at all.
Screaming.
Can't hear my call.
I am dying to live.
Cry out.
I'm trapped under ice.

Crystalliced, as I lay here and rest.
Eyes of glass stare direcly at death.
From deep sleep I have broken away.
No one knows, no one hears what I say.

Freezing.
Can't move at all.
Screaming.
Can't hear my call.
I am dying to live.
Cry out.
I'm trapped under ice.

Scream from my soul.
Fate, mystified.
Hell, forever more.

No release from my cryonic state.
What is this? I've been stricken for fate.
Wrapped up tight, cannot move, can't break free.
Hand of doom has a tight grip on me.

Freezing.
Can't move at all.
Screaming.
Can't hear my call.
I am dying to live.
Cry out.
I'm trapped under ice.

Escape

Feel no pain, but my life ain't easy.
I know I'm my best friend.
No one cares, but I'm so much stronger.
I'll fight until the end.
To escape the true false world.
Undamaged destiny.
Can't get caught in the endless circle.
Ring of stupidity.

Out for my own, out to be free.
One with my mind, they just can't see.
No need to hear things that they say.
Life is for my own to live my own way.

Rape my mind and destroy my feelings.
Don't tell me what to do.
I don't care now, 'cause I'm on my side.
And I can see through you.
Feed my brain with your so called standards.
Who says that I ain't right.
Break away from your common fashion.
See through your blurry sight.

Out for my own, out to be free.
One with my mind, they just can't see.
No need to hear things that they say.
Life is for my own to live my own way.

See them try to bring the hammer down.
No damn chains can hold me to the ground.

Life is for my own to live my own way.

Creeping Death

Slaves.
Hebrews born to serve, to the pharaoh.
Heed.
To his every word, live in fear.
Faith.
Of the unknown, the deliverer.
Wait.
Something must be done, four hundred years.

So let it be written.
So let it be done.
I'm sent here by the chosen one.
So let it be written.
So let it be done.
To kill the first born pharaoh son.
I'm creeping death.

Now.
Let my people go, land of goshen.
Go.
I will be with thee, bush of fire.
Blood.
Running red and strong, down the nile.
Plague.
Darkness three day long, hail to fire.

So let it be written.
So let it be done.
I'm sent here by the chosen one.
So let it be written.
So let it be done.
To kill the first born pharaoh son.
I'm creeping death.

Die by my hand.
I creep across the land.
Killing first born man.
Die by my hand.
I creep across the land.
Killing first born man.

I.
Rule the midnight air the destroyer.
Born.
I shall soon be there, deadly mass.
I.
Creep the steps and floor final darkness.
Blood.
Lambs blood painted doors, I shall pass.

So let it be written.
So let it be done.
I'm sent here by the chosen one.
So let it be written.
So let it be done.
To kill the first born pharaoh son.
I'm creeping death.

The Call of the Ktulu

(Instrumental)

Home

pete_b_A_M@hotmail.com

Visitors: 03316

Page Updated Sun Dec 16, 2001 3:07pm EST