Scorching polished steel cuts the air like a knife He's an angel on his own running free in the night Feels the trembling power as he pulls back his wrist Arouse the gleaming monster controlled by leathern fist Motor city madness grips his brain as in a vice Harbinger of death - Satan's arrow soon must strike Bringing death Harbinger of death, no the reaper will not wait The iron fist of permanence unto Lucifer's gate Worshipful to him below and torture on the rack Glory? Freedom? Courage? No, a life that won't come back Motor city madness grips his brain as in a vice Harbinger of death - Satan's arrow soon must strike Bringing death Out in the night on Satan's highway, Lionheart racing fast as lightning Torn to the ground in a blaze of glory, Lionheart beats the Devil's doorway Lionheart lifeless now lies bleeding, smashing glass and women screaming Satan surely senses slaying life for Lionheart no more Life for Lionheart no more.