Los Tyrant, una de las grandes bandes del Power USA de todos los tiempos. Este tema pertenece a su segundo disco, que resultó ser más oscuro y tenebroso que el primero, que era de un corte más clásico. Son temas con garra, con excelente guitarreo y con una atmósfera que pone los pelos de punta. Siempre me imaginé escuchar este disco en un cementerio, en la soledad de la noche y a toda caña y es que se te herizan los pelos del cogote. Muy grandes estos Tyrant, que por desgracia sólo nos pudieron dejar dos discos, pero menudas dos joyas.
I was riding my bike about a hundred and ten
When suddenly the lights went out
I heard the demons laugh and the victims cry
In the name of God, let me out!
It didn't take me long to realize
Just where the hell I was
When Satan yelled turn up the fire
I wished I was a better man cuz
It's too late to pray
The pain, the pain, the inescapable pain
The smell of burning flesh and bone
Is driving me insane
In hell there are no flames
You burn from within
Strapped to the altar
The black mass begins
It's too late to pray
I was riding my bike about a hundred and ten
When suddenly the lights went out
I heard the demons laugh and the victims cry
In the name of God, let me out!
In the funeral fire, you will see my eyes
Demons eat my rotting flesh, I suffer from within
It's too late to pray
Metal de cuero y tachuelas
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