Dead Vigilance

Running deleriously off the track
The sky was blue and now it’s black
Turning and looking say goodbye
Vice like grip it’s time to die
I’m on the attack
Vengeance comes sweet
I’m on the attack
And I’ll never retreat
Death vigilance
Running gets faster on the track
Funeral black the heavens attack
Electric shock is shaking by you
Bright white light were the chosen few
The needle is in the — blood it runs
The S.A.S. — without any guns
Your sky was black and now it’s so blue
The card is played and now you’re through