As the edge of midnight falls Visions of the fighting past A thousands tales are told
Let the battles of street life begin Don some leathers and chains And they feel their own pain The times that is chilling their bones Watching night turn into day
On the streets they are roaming the night Out to claim their domain One more Pointless battle And life is a hell for them Living with the shadows of death
They call the streets of hell their home A thousands tales are told The streets of hell their home