Lionheart

Scorching polished steel cuts the air like a knife
He's an angel on his own running free in the night
Feels the trembling power as he pulls back his wrist
Arouse the gleaming monster controlled by leathern fist
Motor city madness grips his brain as in a vice
Harbinger of death - Satan's arrow soon must strike
Bringing death

Harbinger of death, no the reaper will not wait
The iron fist of permanence unto Lucifer's gate
Worshipful to him below and torture on the rack
Glory? Freedom? Courage? No, a life that won't come back
Motor city madness grips his brain as in a vice
Harbinger of death - Satan's arrow soon must strike
Bringing death

Out in the night on Satan's highway Lionheart racing fast as lightning
Torn to the ground in a blaze of glory Lionheart beats the Devil's doorway

Lionheart lifeless now lies bleeding, smashing glass and women screaming
Satan surely senses slaying life for Lionheart no more

Life for Lionheart no more.