Rockin' into the night Waitin', anticipatin' Rockin', rockin' into the night For the fireworks in the night Well I swear we were doin' eighty When we saw those motel lights And we were rockin' into the night Oh hoo, rockin' Ooh, rockin'

See the white in their eyes Caroleans are marching on Into battle facing the fire Lord thy will be done Into battle walk in a line Put their lives in God's hand for their kingdom and fatherland In the name of Christ their enemies chastise Fader vår som

My flesh is ripped at daily It's the cross I bear I am the Promethean Tragic figure in this dream Dream known as life I bring spark into the lives Take the molded, show them fire Fire's the spark in their eyes

Wildfire, burn baby Burn for me Flames rising Hit me like a bullet Finger on the trigger pull it, pull it You're poison running through my veins End it with a spark into a pool of gasoline Feel the calm before the storm

Ice has covered up my parents hands Don't have any dreams don't have any plans. I went out into the night, I went out to find some light. Jesus Christ don't keep it hid! And the power's out in the heart of man, Take it from your heart put in your hand. I

Ice has covered up my parents hands Don't have any dreams don't have any plans. I went out into the night, I went out to find some light. Jesus Christ don't keep it hid! And the power's out in the heart of man, Take it from your heart put in your hand. I

Love has got me, this I know Love has got me, won't let go Feel the fire in my soul Love has got me I tried to resist you in the beginning Your fire was too hot to fight You looked into me the flame shot through me Victory is in sight, tonight Love has

If you just let me I'll find a way To ease your mind and for you to stay And I will untie your only ropes If this would be your last breath Would it change a thing? Dive head first into the fire What are you longing for? How much can we take before we

Ride the range all the day Till the first fading light Be with my western girl Round the fire oh so bright I'd be the indians' friend Let them love to be free Ridin' into the sunset I wish I could be. Sometimes I look up high

Leaving or dead, always ahead, fed by your dread First in the line of fire, first into hostile land They are the panzer elite, born to compete, never retreat (ghost division) Tanks leading the way, leading the way Thus earning their name, earning the