Lyric Angel of Death
Oh my god
There s millions of them!
I ve seen a fire start in Frisco
The day that the earth quaked
I ve seen buildings a-blazing
Throwing up in flames
I heard men, women and children
Crying out to their God for mercy
But their God didn t listen
So they were burned alive
They went down, down, deep underground
In the great disaster
I was hanging out in Berlin
In the year one thousand nine hundred and thirty nine
I ve seen Hitler s storm troopers
March right across the Maginot Line
I ve seen two world wars
I ve seen men send rockets out into space
I foresee a holocaust
An angel of death descending to destroy the human race
Down, down, deep undergound
A great disaster
In the sixteenth century there was a French philosopher
By the name of Nostradamus
Who prophesised that in the late twentieth century
An angel of death shall waste this land
A holocaust the likes of which
This planet had never seen
Now, I ask you
Do you believe this to be true?
I was standing by the bedside
The night that my father died
He was crying out in pain
To his God he said, "Have mercy, mercy!"
His body was riddled with a disease
Unknown to man so he expected no cure
But before he died that night
He was lost, insane
He went down, down, deep underground
A great disaster
You ll go down, down, deep underground
A great disaster
I think they ve got now!
Angel of Death (Lynott, Wharton) [Lorelei version]
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I was hanging round in Frisco
In the year of one hundred and nineteen six
When I heard about the earthquake
The world trembled from within
I saw the fire ragin
Through all that time I heard people dying
They went down, down, deep underground
In the great disaster
I was hanging out in Berline
In the year one hundred nineteen and thirty nine
I ve seen Hitler s storm troopers
March right across the Maginot line
I ve seen men run away crying "Gas!"
Right in front of their throats
I wouldn t think that I was squeezing
They went down, down, deep underground a great disaster
I was standing at the bedside
That night my father died
I could see him crying for mercy
A disease had got his body
I was afraid then
As I am now
The Lord did not hear him
He went anyhow
He went down, down, deep underground
It was a disaster
I will go down, down, underground
To meet my master
Down, down
There s millions of them!
I ve seen a fire start in Frisco
The day that the earth quaked
I ve seen buildings a-blazing
Throwing up in flames
I heard men, women and children
Crying out to their God for mercy
But their God didn t listen
So they were burned alive
They went down, down, deep underground
In the great disaster
I was hanging out in Berlin
In the year one thousand nine hundred and thirty nine
I ve seen Hitler s storm troopers
March right across the Maginot Line
I ve seen two world wars
I ve seen men send rockets out into space
I foresee a holocaust
An angel of death descending to destroy the human race
Down, down, deep undergound
A great disaster
In the sixteenth century there was a French philosopher
By the name of Nostradamus
Who prophesised that in the late twentieth century
An angel of death shall waste this land
A holocaust the likes of which
This planet had never seen
Now, I ask you
Do you believe this to be true?
I was standing by the bedside
The night that my father died
He was crying out in pain
To his God he said, "Have mercy, mercy!"
His body was riddled with a disease
Unknown to man so he expected no cure
But before he died that night
He was lost, insane
He went down, down, deep underground
A great disaster
You ll go down, down, deep underground
A great disaster
I think they ve got now!
Angel of Death (Lynott, Wharton) [Lorelei version]
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I was hanging round in Frisco
In the year of one hundred and nineteen six
When I heard about the earthquake
The world trembled from within
I saw the fire ragin
Through all that time I heard people dying
They went down, down, deep underground
In the great disaster
I was hanging out in Berline
In the year one hundred nineteen and thirty nine
I ve seen Hitler s storm troopers
March right across the Maginot line
I ve seen men run away crying "Gas!"
Right in front of their throats
I wouldn t think that I was squeezing
They went down, down, deep underground a great disaster
I was standing at the bedside
That night my father died
I could see him crying for mercy
A disease had got his body
I was afraid then
As I am now
The Lord did not hear him
He went anyhow
He went down, down, deep underground
It was a disaster
I will go down, down, underground
To meet my master
Down, down
