SAVATAGE LYRICS

1. City Beneath the Surface

[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva]
[Recorded live at N.Y.C.-The Ritz-1990]

Hi- welcome to hell
You are all here
For this where you must dwell
Sinners and cheats
Sit here with Satan
And have all your spirits meet

Oh city beneath the surface above
How you survive on evil and blood
You breathers in this space
You never can leave this place

Die-we all must die
How will you face it
When you bend to your knees and cry
Burn-like witches burn
When will you sinners believe
That it's your time to learn?

Oh city beneath the surface above
How you survive on evil and blood
You breathers in this space
You never can leave this place

You breathers in this space
You never can leave this place

Punished for the way that you lived
Raping and stealing
Put never one thought to give
Here forever-not a trail or a trace
Total illusions of tales
Of the unholy place

2. 24 Hours Ago

[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva, Johnny Lee Middleton, Paul O'Neill]
[Recorded live at Spectrum Coliseum-Philadelphia-1988]

Behind the wheel just went along
I'm tired of hearing the same old song
Look
I rule the night
No end in sight
I think I'm going insane, oh yeah

Engines grind
I hit the red line
I'm movin' fast
Forget the past
I'm burning tread
In my head
I am gone
Twenty four hours ago
Yeah

Got to escape
Can't take any more
I grabbed my suitcase
And kicked down the door
Yeah

I've got blood shot eyes
Hypnotized
I feel no pain
Oh yeah

Engines grind
I hit the red line
I'm movin' fast
Forget the past
I'm burning tread
In my head
I am gone
Twenty four hours ago
Yeah

Engines grind
I hit the red line
I'm movin' fast
Forget the past
I'm burning tread
In my head
I am gone
Twenty four hours ago
Yeah
Twenty four hours ago
Yeah

3. Legions

[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva]
[Recorded live at Spectrum Coliseum-Philadelphia-1988]

A call from the night
Metal storming masses
In the lies
Battle cry
Screaming to the night
Oh no
Summon up the legions
To do our deeds
Our legion's needs
Are growing every day

We're coming out tonight
We come from the darker light
Join your hands and pray
Maybe you can all be saved

Legions of the night
Legions of the night
Good god
Legions of the night
Can they hear your battle cry

Cry out
But what does it matter?
There's no way to escape
The hold we have on you
Oh ho
Controlled by the master
Infiltrate
Penetrate
Your little precious minds

We're coming out tonight
We come from the darker light
Join your hands and pray
Maybe you can all be saved

Legions of the night
Legions of the night
Good god
Legions of the night
Can they hear your battle cry

Scream loud
Let the masses hear you
Banging hard across the ground
Shatter the darkest lights
Oh no
Heed the master's calling
Congregate
Celebrate
The power you've obtained

Good god
Legions of the night
Legions of the night
Good god
Can I hear your battle cry, yeah

4. Strange Wings

[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva, Paul O'Neill]
[Recorded live at Spectrum Coliseum-Philadelphia-1988]

She is a native of the stormy skies, yeah
I, I caught a glimpse from the depths of my eyes
Atop a black winged mare
Casting a wicked stare
She throws her head back
And rides into the night

She flies strange wings
Behind a thin disguise
She flies strange wings
Still tears she cries

Oh I, I followed her
To the brink of dawn, yeah

She, she took control of my very soul, yeah
She's still a mystery
In her arms I long to be
I don't know why
I turn and reach to the sky

She flies strange wings
Behind a thin disguise
She flies strange wings
Still tears she cries

She flies strange wings
Behind a thin disguise
She flies strange wings
Still tears she cries

Strange wings
Behind a thin disguise
Strange wings
Tears she cries

5. Gutter Ballet

[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva, Paul O'Neill]
[Recorded live at Los Angeles Palace-1990]

Another sleepless night
A concrete paradise
Sirens screaming in the heat
Neon cuts the eye
As the jester sighs
At the world beneath his feet

It's a gutter ballet
Just a menagerie
Still the orchestra plays
On a dark and lonely night
To a distant fading light

Balanced on their knives
Little parts of lives
Such a strange reality
Kill the unicorn
Just to have its horn
Soon he's just a fantasy

It's a gutter ballet
Just a menagerie
Still the orchestra plays
On a dark and lonely night
To a distant fading light

The jester takes his bows
Slips into the crowd
As the actors fade away
Another death to mourn
Another child is born
Another chapter in the play

It's a gutter ballet
Just a menagerie
Still the orchestra plays
On a dark and lonely night
To a distant fading light

6. When the Crowds are Gone

[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva, Paul O'Neill]
[Recorded live at Hollywood Palace-1990]

I don't know where the years have gone
Memories can only last so long
Like faded photographs, forgotten songs
And the things I never knew
When the skin is thin, the heart shows through
Please believe me what I tell you is true

Where's the lights, turn 'em on again
One more night to believe and then
Another note for my requiem
A memory to carry on
The story's over when the crowds have gone

All my friends have been crucified
Made life a long suicide true
Guess we never figured out the rules
But I'm still alive, my fingers feel
Gonna play on till the final reel's through
And read the credits from a different view

Where's the lights, turn 'em on again
One more night to believe and then
Another note for my requiem
A memory to carry on
The story's over when the crowds have gone
When the crowds are gone

When the crowds are gone
And I'm all alone
Playing the saddest song
Now that the lights are gone
Turn them on again
One more time for me my friend
Turn 'em on again

I never wanted to know
Never wanted to see
I wasted my time
Till time wasted me
Never wanted to go
Always wanted to stay
'Cause the persons I am
Are the parts that I play
So I plot and I plan
Hope and I scheme
To the lure of a night
Filled with unfinished dreams
I'm holding on tight
To a world gone astray
As they charge me for years
I can no longer pay

Turn 'em on again
Turn 'em on again
Turn 'em on again
Turn 'em on again

I never wanted to know
Never wanted to see
I wasted my time
Till time wasted me
I Never wanted to go
Always wanted to stay
'Cause the persons I am
Are the parts that I play
The parts I play

And the light
Turn then off my friend
And the ghosts
Well just let them in
Cause in the dark
It's easier to see

7. Of Rage and War

[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva, Paul O'Neill]
[Recorded live at Brooklyn-Lamour-1990]

You got Libya you got the Russians
You got civilian planes crashing to the oceans
Airports full of terrorists
Nazi skins, anarchists
When are you gonna learn

Better listen to me you son of a bitch
Better disarm those missiles sleeping in the ditch
You have no goddamn right to do those things you do
The world would be a better place if we were rid of you
Of rage and war
Of rage and war
Of rage and war
Of rage and war

Every country's got the bomb
The scientists are working on
Chemical weapons to melt the flesh
With no source of defense
Shoot me I'll shoot you
Like there's nothing better to do
Who's the loser in the end

Better listen to me you son of a bitch
Better disarm those missiles sleeping in the ditch
You have no goddamn right to do those things you do
The world would be a better place if we were rid of you
Of rage and war
Of rage and war
Of rage and war
Of rage and war

War broods in foreign lands
Missiles launch upon command
Islam, Lebanon, what the hell is going on
Ambassadors who say they try
Negotiating suicide
Are they prepared to face the end
Of rage and war
Of rage and war
Of rage and war
Of rage and war

8. The Dungeons are Calling

[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva, Keith Collins]
[Recorded live at Long Island-Nassau Coliseum-1988]

Down in the dungeons
Of concrete and terror
Candles light the way
Can you hear me say?
The dungeons are calling
The dungeons are calling for me

I can't escape
This den must be hell
Pleasures of freedom
Denied me in this cell
I steal from my friends
Victims of my pain
Its nearing the end
I live like the dead

The dungeons are calling
Calling for me--oh!
The dungeons are calling
The rack waits for me

Down in the dungeons
I'm locked away
Suicide ride
I take everday
Prisoner in hell
Victim in pain
The dungeons are calling for me

None of my friends
Want to come out and play
They think I'm crazy
But what can i say?
Prisoner in hell
Victim in pain
It's nearing the end
I live like the dead

The dungeons are calling
Calling for me
The dungeons are calling
The rack waits for me

9. Sirens

[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva]
[Recorded live at Long Island-Nassau Coliseum-1988]

A song called sirens
On the sea
They heard the voices sing
Through the storm
The island's closing in
They'd heard tales
Of lives lost at sea
Deserted beach just beyond their reach
You're approaching the island of the

Sirens
Sirens
Hungry for man tonight
Sirens
Sirens
Claiming the sailors' lives

Nine men made it to a shore
A night of terror
Lies neatly in store
Who are those women?
Are they real?
Is this just a crazy dream?
You're approaching the island of the

Sirens
Sirens
Hungry for flesh tonight
Sirens
Sirens
Claiming the sailors' lives

Terror happens quickly
Remains till the sailor are gone
They vanished in the night
Sirens singing their song
Whoa--till they're gone...

ALL RIGHT

ALL RIGHT

Good Night

10. Hounds

[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva, Paul O'Neill]
[Recorded live at Brooklyn-Lamour-1990]

Sun sets on the moor
The cries of the hounds live forevermore
Stalking the night
They roam the countryside till morning's light

Do you hear the hounds they call
Scan the dark eyes aglow
Through the bitter rain and cold
They hunt you down
Hunt you down

They run wild and free
Across the fields and valleys of their native land
Nature's beasts deranged
Beyond belief no one understands

Do you hear the hounds they call
Scan the dark eyes aglow
Through the bitter rain and cold
They hunt you down
Hunt you down

Can you see them in the night
They've got you in their sight

Can you hear the hounds they call
Scan the dark eyes aglow
Through the bitter rain and cold
They hunt you down
Hunt you down

11. Criss Intro

[Music: Criss Oliva]
[Recorded live at Cleveland-Agora-1987]

[Instrumental]

12. Hall of the Mountain King

[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva, Johnny Lee Middleton, Paul O'Neill, Grieg]
[Recorded live at Brooklyn-Lamour-1990]

Far away
In a land caught between
Time and space
Where the books of life lay
We fear
This castle of stone
The mountain king roams
All alone in here
But he's not the only one
Lost inside
Forever hidden from the sun

Madness reigns
In the Hall of the Mountain King
Oh yeah

His deep
Dark eyes
Keep watch on his kingdom
And the mysteries that sleeps safe inside
His hall
His towers of stone
Shall not be overthrown
For eternity
It is guarded by the king
Insanity and the power that it brings

Madness reigns
In the Hall of the Mountain King
Oh yeah
In the Hall of the Mountain King
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Come with me
Stay close by my side
As the darkness of night closes in
Don't fear
In the thunder, it roars
When the Mountain King calls all his children home
To where I hid him we must run
Refuge here but I was forever on the run

Madness reigns
[my friends]
In the Hall of the Mountain King
Oh yeah
In the Hall of the Mountain King
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

13. Post Script (Soundcheck)

[Music: Criss Oliva]
[Recorded live at Hollywood Palace-1990]

[Instrumental]







SAVATAGE LYRICS