Dead Vigilance - Whipstriker

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