Line of Death - Metal Church

Just the other day

I heard the newsman say

Enemy missiles fired

And coming out our way

Will we all be told

Just who the hell we are

Where we take our ships

Of trade to port calls very far

Beyond the line of death

He says he’ll get you

If you dare defy him

To laugh at his orders

Cross over the line

So three ships went down

And all there hands were lost

If he’s gonna spit on us He’s gotta pay the cost

You angry little madman

Whith fist raised to the sky

Your people just like sheep

They follow never wonder why

Blood and death his calling cards

They seem as though the answer

Spreading through this world

And growing like a cancer

His mind must be tormented

Rotting yet alive

Terrorism tactics

When will we draw the line

How many times must we die

In the name of peace

Now we all know

The time is running short

And the devil sees

The world as his whore

If you see a psychopath with a loaded gun

Killing all your neighbors

Will you stand or run

Just the other day

I heard the newsman say

Enemy missiles fired

And commin out our way