Side One
Side Two
Album released in 1984
Tim Baker - Vocals
Jerry Fogle - Guitars
Robert Garven - Drums
Flint - Bass Guitars
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Side Two
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(Cover masterpiece by Michael R. Whelan)
Welcome to the brave new world.
The Future's here, or haven't you heard?
The sons of man have fell from grace,
Till the Smasher comes to save his race.
Here it comes, there it goes,
Just a flash in the sky.
Atom Smasher, here he comes,
Better run for your lives.
He is the hero of the atom age,
Born in a test tube, raised in a cage,
A reaver King, his throne defiled,
Roaming the streets to the call of the wild.
As upstarts strive to rule the world,
Against them Chaos legions hurled,
The Smashers force has swept the land,
Again begins the Dawn of Man
Climb aboard the Black Machine,
Fills your head with evil dreams.
Fills your head with thoughts of fire,
A quick escape your one desire.
Ride the Black Machine
Pearly whites behind back drawn lips,
Ride with the Masters of the Pit.
Snapping jaws of the dogs of doom,
Kick your way from this stagnant tomb.
Ride the Black Machine
Climb aboard the Black Machine,
To that place you've never been.
The Black Machine will take you higher,
Your burning soul our one desire.
Pray you never kneel,
To the Master of the Pit.
Violently stirring their brew of corruption,
Lords of the dark summon certain destruction,
Pray you never kneel,
To the one who calls you slave.
With the hearts and tongues of the Gods in their hands,
The Legions of Hell bellow forth their commands.
Bow down and kneel,
To the Master of the Pit.
Though the powers of Chaos are those you abide,
You raise your sword to cast him aside.
You know there's no escape,
When you see your world in flames.
As the hellrains pound the darkening land,
Man and sword begin their last stand.
You know you'll never kneel.
To the Master of the Pit.
- Feverish prayers of life everafter,
As your doom driven blade drinks the soul of the Master.
Thunder howls, The King will rise again.
The time has come, to pay for all your sins.
Silence shattered by his gasping cries,
His savage touch will end your world of lies.
Who has dared to desecrate his crypt,
Shall soon be hanging lifeless in his grip.
Who has dared to stalk him in the gloom,
For he has freshly risen from the tomb.
Crown upon his head King of the Dead
The sword descends, the blood shall fall like rain.
Its rising tide will cleanse your world of pain.
His grip will rob the living of their breath,
For as he ruled in life, he rules in death.
Burning in its savage fury,
Our fates accept not judge or jury.
Helpless we must watch it done,
For I have seen the Death of the Sun.
We are coming to the end,
I see my life and I have sinned.
It's too late to change our ways,
For man has seen his final days.
Solar winds that parch the land,
Minions are wasted by Satans hand.
A molten globe will torch the sky,
As mankind bleats his final cry!
To see what lies beyond our sight...
The secrets robed In blackest night...
The things we dream but never see...
Caged and blinded by the Beast...
From age to age it stalked the earth,
The apish scum of evil birth.
Up from slime it has seen man crawl,
It waits to see our final fall.
The Finger of Scorn, it points to us all.
The Finger of Scorn, it points to our fall.
Black idols lie beneath the sea,
They hold the secret to our destiny.
The ancient tales are left to die,
And leave mankind to wonder why.
The Beast will rule the hearts of men,
'Till mankind falls to ape again.
And when our souls are stripped and torn,
Still we face the Finger of Scorn.
Instrumental
Try to run, try to hide.
If you don't, you'll surely die.
Screaming in terror, there you'll lie.
In Cirith Ungol. Tower of Fire.
Gorgons are shrieking their bestial cries,
Their piercing cry, burns you inside.
Screaming in anguish, there you'll lie,
In Cirith Ungol, Tower of Fire.
Demons circle the smoky skies,
Your fate hangs before you. on a wheel of fire.
As you stand revealed to Satan's eye,
in Cirith Ungol, Tower of Fire.