Rod Swenson - The Damned lyrics

Black visions from the satellite sky Deaf ears hear not their cries Fat jackals howl at the moon Flies buzzing, playing d**h's tune Night ends but the sun it don't rise Tombs open and the dead they will rise Black market buys your soul real cheap No escaping what you sow, you will reap Prisoners of the damned Find another land Planet of the lost Land of fire and frost Prisoners of the dead Fear the unknown dread Tidal waves at sea Set the serpents free Coup d'etat on a global scale Opposition, locked up in jail Domination, the goons are the boss Human race nailed to a cross