Di' Anno

The madman in the attic with his army of demons turned you into a drifter inside your own purgatory. You become a prowler in this strange world of blackness that consumes the children of madness, turning them into the living dead. Shinning his torch of hate into the darkness but underestimated that you had too much love to be running blind in the land god gave to Caine you were forever fighting back, taking things to the limit. But in the end the promise he gave you ended up being an Impaler to your lost soul and the overloaded whispered rage took you into the strange world as dark and eerie as Transylvania at night You wore a mask like the phantom of the opera, hiding in the darkness of this cold world. You began looking for a faith healer to take you away from being another menace to society, into an awakening as a prodigal son. You knew you had to forget about yesterday and just remember tomorrow, so you could turn your world into another life. But the Genghis Khan and all the other killers that lived inside your head keep making you feel like a wrath child. You screamed and screamed feel my pain. You yelled stop the war....the war you fight on the battle zone prepared to die by the gun. riding upon your warhorse your now running free to your sanctuary * now I shed metal tears...R.I.P Paul Di Anno