Close the door, put out the light.

No, they won't be home tonight.

The snow falls hard and don't you know?

The winds of Thor are blowing cold.

They're wearing steel that's bright and true

They carry news that must get through, oooh

They choose the path where no-one goes.

They hold no quarter, They hold no quarter.

Walking side by side with death

The devil mocks their every step

The snow drives back the foot that's slow

The dogs of doom are howling more

They carry news that must get through

To build a dream for me and you

They choose the path where no-one goes.

They hold no quarter, They ask no quarter.

The pain, the pain without quarter.

They ask no quarter.

Yeah! Without quarter, quarter, yeah!

The dogs of doom are howling more!

I hear the dogs of doom are howling more!