John Quitte
Holy Savior
In the catacombs of evil there's a vicious beast Holding the bible of doom in its hand A white-haired creature out of hell Menacing and ugly in its crumbling stand But keep the creature in your view It can be fast if you lose control in the rotten stink But as long as you stare right into its eyes You can't fail and you can't sink     [CHORUS] You will be the holy savior Killing the creature of doom You will try and you will dare To conquer its protecting secret room Never show a sign of weakness during the battle Stay where you are if it's drawing near Let there be no sweat beeing to see on your head Deceive it by smiling friendly and not clever And if the creature extends its claws to grip you And if there's hydrophobic phlegm around its mouth You have to take your secret weapon from your back Hold the Thorn high in your hand and conform it to the south     [CHORUS]     [SOLO] Hear the screaming of the victim - see the blood now flow Split its head with the power of the holy sword Let the beast atone for all the sins it commited THORN! You will cry out loud the holy word Leave the building of doom, it will throw down alone And the matter of past will dry up Outside there'll be waiting a crowd of people to congratulate But the first to do will be - visiting the next pub,,,     [CHORUS]
Lyrics by John Quitte -- Music by John Quitte