Interpret:

Running Wild

Album:

Gates To Purgatory

Night is on the city, street lights are burning bright 
Pest and sulphur in the air, claiming end of life 
Out of dark valleys and rocks comes the Master of Night 
Praying his sacred laws, no chance for evil to hide. 


He comes with rage and thunder to break, destroys the idols and gods 
Never gives, your soul he takes, just show 'em the way to hell 
Satan! 


Six sixty six is his number, he takes the crown of earth 
His sign is the circle of the beast, destroying only the worst 
Torture and pain to the badness, liberty and peace to the good 
Badness is going into madness 
They wait in vain for his grace 


Judgement day is here, the punishment for your deeds 
We're all the sons of Satan, your soul will hell-fire feed 
Nazis, moralists and conservatives are the death of the human race 
Cheating for wealth, raising the badness 
They wait in vain for his grace