Texty: Circle Of Silence. Your Own Story. Deathmachine.

A creation of hell - Banished with a spell
Corpses pave his way - Hear their souls pray

Killing with lust - Thirsting for blood
Covered with human skin - Only he can win

Bringer of the end - No chance to defend
Massacre left behind - Slaughtering in his mind

Evil messiah - Unholy destroyer
Executor of human race - There is no grace

He's the slayer of the night
With red eyes burning bright
Hate leads his course thru the land
Deathmachine brings your end

The hunter is here - Distributing the fear
A Killingmachine - Millions scream!

Now he's after you - Nothing you can do
Soon he is in town - To take you fucker down

He's the slayer of the night
With red eyes burning bright
Hate leads his course thru the land
Deathmachine brings your end

Constructed in the under world
Desinged with steel - heavy and cold
He feels no pain and no guilt
To spreading predition - he is built

He's the slayer of the night
With red eyes burning bright
Hate leads his course thru the land
Deathmachine brings your end

Human skulls pierced on his back
He is send on earth to attack
Pain will come over the land
Deathmachine brings your end