Look at the dead eyes of London,
they're terror tripping everywhere.
And when at night they surround you.
You will be laughing in your lair.
On this death road,
I am the master of macabre, I am the skull beneath your skin,
on this death road.
A ghastly spell has taken you hold,
the door that leads you everywhere.
And as you look down below you,
terror has got you by the hair.
On this death road,
I am the master of macabre, I am the skull beneath your skin,
on this death road.
(Solo: The dawn of mayhem)
Don't look down.
(Solo: The spell of insanity)
On this death road,
I am the master of macabre, I am the skull beneath your skin,
on this death road.
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