Riding the wind on a stormy night

Rides a mother's son to take your life.

They say he died ten years ago

But the list of victims seems to grow.

Like father like son the Bible read

Three sixes brand the top of his head

Never heard, seen then too late,

Overkill, seals your fate!!!



Driven by the host of hell

Wicked smile cross, the showing skull.

The victim dies no fucking loss

Overkill, buries the cross

That scarlet sin the soul is weary

Genre et morte, mal vivire

The fallen angel open the cell,

Overkill's victim enters Hell!



Who can tell me who I am

Am I Overkill each death a sin.

Questions linger as I walk the path

I am Overkill, the Devil's wrath!



So when you walk alone, in the night

And your bones are chilled, skin so tight!

Beware the sound of a galloping horse

Overkill has another corpse...



Ride high, ride tall

Overkill will never fall

Full moon, sharp sword

Satan is your Lord

Midnight, dark sky

Overkill will never die

Blood bath, die fast

Overkill the Devil's wrath!!!