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Откуда Los Angeles, California, United States
Жанры Heavy Metal
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Годы 1981—н.в.
Лейблы Elektra Records
Vertigo Records
См. также Megadeth
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Exodus
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Альбом Metallica


Ride The Lightning (27.07.1984)
27.07.1984
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The Call Of Ktulu (instrumental)
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Do unto others as they have done unto you
But what in the hell is this world coming to?
Blow the universe into nothingness
Nuclear warfare shall lay us to rest

Fight fire with fire
Ending is near
Fight fire with fire
Bursting with fear

We shall die
Time is like a fuse, short and burning fast
Armageddon is here, like said in the past

Fight fire with fire
Ending is near
Fight fire with fire
Bursting with fear

Soon to fill our lungs the hot winds of death
The gods are laughing, so take your last breath

Fight fire with fire
Ending is near
Fight fire with fire
Bursting with fear

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Guilty as charged 
But damn it, it ain't right 
There is someone else controlling me 
Death in the air 
Strapped in the electric chair 
This can't be happening to me 
Who made you God to say 
"I'll take your life from you!" 

chorus:
Flash before my eyes 
Now it's time to die 
Burning in my brain 
I can feel the flames 

Wait for the sign 
To flick the switch of death 
It's the beginning of the end 
Sweat, chilling cold 
As I watch death unfold 
Consciousness my only friend
My fingers grip with fear 
What I am doing here? 

chorus

Someone help me 
Oh please God help me
They are trying to take it all away 
I don't want to die 
Time moving slowly 
The minutes seem like hours 
The final curtain call I see 
How true is this? 
Just get it over with 
If this is true, just let it be 
Wakened by the horrid cream 
Freed from the frightening dream 

chorus

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Make his fight on the hill in the early day 
Constant chill deep inside 
Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey 
On the fight, for they are right, yes, by who's to say? 
For a hill men would kill, why? They do not know 
Suffered wounds test there their pride 
Men of five, still alive through the raging glow
Gone insane from the pain that they surely know 

For whom the bell tolls 
Time marches on 
For whom the bell tolls

Take a look to the sky just before you die 
It is the last time you will 
Blackened roar massive roar fills the crumbling sky 
Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry 
Stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery 
He hears the silence so loud 
Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be 
Now the will see what will be, blinded eyes to see 

For whom the bell tolls 
Time marches on 
For whom the bell tolls

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Life it seems, will fade away 
Drifting further every day 
Getting lost within myself 
Nothing matters no one else 
I have lost the will to live 
Simply nothing more to give 
There is nothing more for me 
Need the end to set me free 

Things are not what they used to be 
Missing one inside of me 
Deathly lost, this can't be real 
Cannot stand this hell I feel 
Emptiness is filing me 
To the point of agony 
Growing darkness taking dawn 
I was me, but now He's gone 
No one but me can save myself, but it to late 
Now I can't think, think why I should even try 
Yesterday seems as though it never existed 
Death Greets me warm, now I will just say good-bye

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I don't know how to live trough this hell 
Woken up, I'm still locked in this shell 
Frozen soul, frozen down to the core 
Break the ice, I can't take anymore 

Freezing 
Can't move at all 
Screaming 
Can't hear my call
I am dying to live 
Cry out 
I'm trapped under the ice 

Crystallized, as I lay here and rest 
Eyes of glass stare directly at death 
From deep sleep I have broken away 
No one knows, no one hears what I say 

Freezing 
Can't move at all
Screaming 
Can't hear my call 
I am dying to live 
Cry out 
I'm trapped under the ice 

Scream from my soul 
Fate, mystified 
Hell, forever more 
No release from my cryonic state 
What is this? I've been stricken by fate
Wrapped up tight, cannot move, can't break free 
Hand of doom has a tight grip on me 

Freezing 
Can't move at all
Screaming 
Can't hear my call 
I am dying to live 
Cry out 
I'm trapped under the ice

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Fell no pain, but my life ain't easy 
I know I'm my best friend 
No one cares, but I'm so much stronger 
I'll fight until the end 
To escape from the true false world 
Undamaged destiny 
Can't get caught in the endless circle 
Ring of stupidity 

Out of my own, out to be free 
One with my mind, they just can't see 
No need to hear things that they say 
Life is for my own to live my own way 

Rape my mind and destroy my feelings 
Don't tell my what to do 
I don't care now, 'cause I'm on my side 
And I can see through you 
Feed my brain with your so called standards 
Who says that I ain't right 
Break away from your common fashion 
See through your blurry sight 

Out of my own, out to be free 
One with my mind, they just can't see
No need to hear things that they say 
Life is for my own to live my own way 

See they try to bring the hammer down 
No damn chains can hold me to the ground 
Life is for my own to live my own way

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Slaves
Hebrews born to serve, to the pharaoh
Heed
To his every word, live in fear
Faith
Of the unknown one, the deliverer
Wait
Something must be done, four hundred years

So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death

Now
Let my people go, land of goshen
Go
I will be with thee, bush of fire
Blood
Running red and strong, down the nil
Plague
Darkness three days long, hail to fire

So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death

Die by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing first born man
Die by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing first born man
I
Rule the midnight air the destroyer
Born
I shall soon be there, deadly mass
I
Creep the steps and flood final darkness
Blood
Lambs blood painted door, I shall pass

So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death

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The Call Of Ktulu

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