We loom spots, terrorists hiding behind shadows And the darkness Insolence crew desperado I'm the last Prince of Babylon Hell fire washed out with
scared (Balls to the wall) Come on, show me the sign of victory (Balls to the wall) (Balls to the wall) Come on, show me the sign of victory (Balls to
for the living Give me strength for all my weakest moods Give me persistence so I can improve And when I lose let me learn of my abilities Bring me victories accompanied with
hands being the ones I'm murdered with That is until I travelled this world a bit I understand now if I lose my nerve I'll get the girl to do it!
Got to be a winner, trophy winner Get to hold your head up high up Win and loose, win and loose To the loser, thought I had to lose To the victory
fall backwards Passion for victory, never in sight Feeble falling victim to the aggressive To the aggressive this night To lose a life or take a life
but when you lose your condemned soul is mine." Siegfried told his knights to built a ship of war - with Alberich his on the way to Island to face another victory
it No one can say it In this war All your wounds will be mine Your victory my salvation For you I'm ready To lose my mind My death is your resurrection
has become of our love Deep rooted Feeding my blood Like a candle Fading away It's doomed to death I can't believe I'm losing you This infinite quest
sense to lead us to victory But with everything inside of me I want to know why I'm living Revolution is just a word it loses more each time it's heard
only him and me Who knew about my victory Comes a time when a man's Gotta know where he stands Gotta go with his heart Lick his wounds and live with
Purification through the forever more Hold your breath and picture the scene The green-eyed angels are losing their wings All mothers are devorating the babies While children fornicate with
Antoinette As she wiped the calf's blood from her lips. * "Proud to be British" said Margaret Thatcher As she wiped the Falkland's blood from her hands
other way he was fine He's a Monday morning lunatic Disturbed from time to time Lost within himself In his solitary shell A momentary maniac With casual
wall with the bodies of the dead - and you're saved Make the world scared - come on, show me the sign of victory Sign of victory - sign of victory You
s name on high, we follow the cries of victory, of the saints that have gone before, will we falter at defeat? no! we may lose a battle but we're sure