[Music: Kasparek, Lyrics: Kasparek]
Breaking the waves, a ride on the wild raging sea
Playing with fortune, oh, what a lust to be free
Flashlights and thunder, the pattering rain on the hull
From a stormy horizon we get our course
The cry of freedom
Face in the wind, we're riding the storm
We'll stay our course whatever will come
Wandering souls in the sea of the damned
Death or glory, oh, we're riding the storm
Cracks in the planks, the rigging moves upwards and down
Staggering masts, the pounding splash of the prow
The wind in our sails, our flag flies high on the top
From a stormy horizon we get our course
The cry of freedom
Face in the wind, we're riding the storm
We'll stay our course whatever will come
Wandering souls in the sea of the damned
Death or glory, oh, we're riding the storm
Running Wild - Death or Glory Album Lyrics
Running Wild - Death or Glory Lyrics
Writer: ROLF KASPAREK
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Renegade
[Music: Kasparek, Lyrics: Finlay]
Living fast - you take it day by day
One last chance - to throw it all away
Mistrust is all you see in a world of hate
You know the reason why - but way too late
In his heart he knows that he won't fall but
On the streets they're playing winner takes it all
One on one he's a renegade
Could tell his time was coming
Chasing the ace of life
One by one he will win again
Make no mistake this time
He's a renegade
Restless night, you wanna watch the dragon burn
Lives for knives, are you ever gonna learn
You really wanna know if the needle ever lies
But you just don't believe - it's the devil in disguise
In his heart he knows that he won't fall but
On the streets they're playing winner takes it all
One on one he's a renegade
Could tell his time was coming
Chasing the ace of life
One by one he will win again
Make no mistake this time
He's a renegade
[Slowbit:]
Severe vein puncture sights on the
inner forearm with evidence of vein
thrombosis on both right and left sides.
Rhinitis of the nasal passages with
evidence of extreme laceration of inner
membrane and mucus ducts.
Symptoms of withdrawal obvious together
with complaints of visual hallucinations
and extreme paranoia.
Living fast - you take it day by day
One last chance - to throw it all away
Mistrust is all you see in a world of hate
You know the reason why - but way too late
In his heart he knows that he won't fall but
On the streets they're playing winner takes it all
One on one he's a renegade
Could tell his time was coming
Chasing the ace of life
One by one he will win again
Make no mistake this time
He's a renegade
Restless night, you wanna watch the dragon burn
Lives for knives, are you ever gonna learn
You really wanna know if the needle ever lies
But you just don't believe - it's the devil in disguise
In his heart he knows that he won't fall but
On the streets they're playing winner takes it all
One on one he's a renegade
Could tell his time was coming
Chasing the ace of life
One by one he will win again
Make no mistake this time
He's a renegade
[Slowbit:]
Severe vein puncture sights on the
inner forearm with evidence of vein
thrombosis on both right and left sides.
Rhinitis of the nasal passages with
evidence of extreme laceration of inner
membrane and mucus ducts.
Symptoms of withdrawal obvious together
with complaints of visual hallucinations
and extreme paranoia.
Writer: IAN FINLAY, ROLF KASPAREK
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Evilution
[Music: Kasparek / Becker, Lyrics: Finlay]
Cries - for one lost nation
- reaching out against the wall
Lies - to a generation
- feeding minds that would not fall
Danger for the free
As they reach for the sky
I should be laughing now
But it's death in disguise
Pain - that sees no borders
- empty lifes alone to feel
Insane - but who's to help us
- evil from the boot of steel
Doesn't hurt to flee
Pride when you die
Should I be crying now
Their deeds are full of lies
Cries - for one lost nation
- reaching out against the wall
Lies - to a generation
- feeding minds that would not fall
Danger for the free
As they reach for the sky
I should be laughing now
But it's death in disguise
Pain - that sees no borders
- empty lifes alone to feel
Insane - but who's to help us
- evil from the boot of steel
Doesn't hurt to flee
Pride when you die
Should I be crying now
Their deeds are full of lies
Writer: IAN FINLAY, JENS BECKER, ROLF KASPAREK
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Running Blood
[Music: Kasparek, Lyrics: Kasparek]
The holy sword of fire is burning through the lands
Wizards and witches - their torture never ends
Religious madness creates this hell on earth
The "Holy" inquisition is spreading its curse
Murder, lies and slanders, 'cause they want to rule
Madmen and fools, they left a sea of running blood
Hundreds of pyres are burning in the night
Caluminated victims of "inquisition's" strike
Pray for the tortured, tears for their pain
Misanthropic blindness, a dog without a chain
Murder, lies and slanders, 'cause they want to rule
Madmen and fools, they left a sea of running blood
The holy sword of fire is burning through the lands
Wizards and witches - their torture never ends
Religious madness creates this hell on earth
The "Holy" inquisition is spreading its curse
Murder, lies and slanders, 'cause they want to rule
Madmen and fools, they left a sea of running blood
Hundreds of pyres are burning in the night
Caluminated victims of "inquisition's" strike
Pray for the tortured, tears for their pain
Misanthropic blindness, a dog without a chain
Murder, lies and slanders, 'cause they want to rule
Madmen and fools, they left a sea of running blood
Writer: ROLF KASPAREK
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Marooned
[Music: Kasparek, Lyrics: Finlay / Kasparek]
Fire, fore and aft
Man the boats and put to the sea
Crashing yardarms - cries of pain
A will to live - a chance to flee
Panic on the boats to save
Stricken hands the first on board
Leading to eternal grave
Dragging down what they could hoard
Thirty days and nights have I seen the brink of death
Troubled seas - my only friend
Drag me down - gasping for breath
Cursing eternal black
Bloodied by the dogs of war
Memories come clawing back
Treasured friends - their sight no more
Eternal cruise
I feel the fires of madness
Burning holes into my wounds
This hell on earth
I feel the power of sadness
No way out - I'm marooned
Lonely this hell on earth
Demons screaming in my mind
Wading thru debris of life
A thousand souls their graves to find
Flotsam with death on board
Bodies ripped until the bone
Nothing but the sounds of time
No sign of life - am I alone?
Eternal curse
I feel the fires of madness
Burning holes into my wounds
This hell on earth
I feel the power of sadness
No way out - I'm 'marooned
Eternal curse
Could I really be stranded
Start to count 1000 moons
This hell on earth
To me the dogs have handed
No way out I'm marooned
Fire, fore and aft
Man the boats and put to the sea
Crashing yardarms - cries of pain
A will to live - a chance to flee
Panic on the boats to save
Stricken hands the first on board
Leading to eternal grave
Dragging down what they could hoard
Thirty days and nights have I seen the brink of death
Troubled seas - my only friend
Drag me down - gasping for breath
Cursing eternal black
Bloodied by the dogs of war
Memories come clawing back
Treasured friends - their sight no more
Eternal cruise
I feel the fires of madness
Burning holes into my wounds
This hell on earth
I feel the power of sadness
No way out - I'm marooned
Lonely this hell on earth
Demons screaming in my mind
Wading thru debris of life
A thousand souls their graves to find
Flotsam with death on board
Bodies ripped until the bone
Nothing but the sounds of time
No sign of life - am I alone?
Eternal curse
I feel the fires of madness
Burning holes into my wounds
This hell on earth
I feel the power of sadness
No way out - I'm 'marooned
Eternal curse
Could I really be stranded
Start to count 1000 moons
This hell on earth
To me the dogs have handed
No way out I'm marooned
Writer: IAN FINLAY, ROLF KASPAREK
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Bad To The Bone
[Music: Kasparek, Lyrics: Finlay / Kasparek]
Fifty years ago with the world at war
Hands bloodied - devastated
Better believe they're back for more
Pounding the world with a fist of steel
Jack booted, heavy handed
Careless of the pain we feel
Bastards - throwing life away
Killers - Alive today
Oh oh oh oh
Don't tell no lies
I see through your eyes
You're bad to the bone
Oh oh oh oh
Don't tell no lies
You can't hear the cries
'Cos you're bad to the bone
Times have changed but he don't know
Zoot suit, black tie
Careless that the lies are low
One for all and all for one
Talking smooth - hidden truth
Time bomb ticking just begun
Standing alone for the world to see
Non-starter - push harder
He still believes his time will come
Small wonder - old thunder
Can't he see that he's wrong
Fifty years ago with the world at war
Hands bloodied - devastated
Better believe they're back for more
Pounding the world with a fist of steel
Jack booted, heavy handed
Careless of the pain we feel
Bastards - throwing life away
Killers - Alive today
Oh oh oh oh
Don't tell no lies
I see through your eyes
You're bad to the bone
Oh oh oh oh
Don't tell no lies
You can't hear the cries
'Cos you're bad to the bone
Times have changed but he don't know
Zoot suit, black tie
Careless that the lies are low
One for all and all for one
Talking smooth - hidden truth
Time bomb ticking just begun
Standing alone for the world to see
Non-starter - push harder
He still believes his time will come
Small wonder - old thunder
Can't he see that he's wrong
Writer: IAN HAMILTON FINLAY, ROLF KASPAREK
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Tortuga Bay
Man or boy, we'll fight all as one
Bending the rules, it's the call of the wild
Last resort, to be shot down in pains
Playing your very last card
Where the streets have no name
Where the devil's in all men
If you knew what was a slain
Pay or flee in Tortuga Bay
Fight to death, games that men play
Flashing of steel and the clash of the sword
Last breath, the kill of the day
Proving what all men must fear
Hoist up the mainbrace and fasten the sails
Crow's nest is screaming for shore
Ready the rum that is stored in the hold
Bringing what we need and more
Live by stealth, cover your track
Enemies scuttled but who needs to see
No escape, knife in your back
Proving what all men must fear
Hoist up the mainbrace and fasten the sails
Crow's nest is screaming for shore
Ready the grass that is bound up in bales
Bringing what we need and more
Where survival's the game
Where you fight for your freedom
If you knew what was a slain
Pay or flee in Tortuga Bay
Bending the rules, it's the call of the wild
Last resort, to be shot down in pains
Playing your very last card
Where the streets have no name
Where the devil's in all men
If you knew what was a slain
Pay or flee in Tortuga Bay
Fight to death, games that men play
Flashing of steel and the clash of the sword
Last breath, the kill of the day
Proving what all men must fear
Hoist up the mainbrace and fasten the sails
Crow's nest is screaming for shore
Ready the rum that is stored in the hold
Bringing what we need and more
Live by stealth, cover your track
Enemies scuttled but who needs to see
No escape, knife in your back
Proving what all men must fear
Hoist up the mainbrace and fasten the sails
Crow's nest is screaming for shore
Ready the grass that is bound up in bales
Bringing what we need and more
Where survival's the game
Where you fight for your freedom
If you knew what was a slain
Pay or flee in Tortuga Bay
Writer: IAN FINLAY, ROLF KASPAREK
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Death Or Glory
[Music: Moti, Lyrics: Finlay / Moti]
Reach for the rifle - go for the gun
Saddle the beast huge load to heave
Unstoppa bullrace now begun
Cry for the slaughter who would believe
Hunting the red one - blood on their breath
Screaming horizons for clues of the kill
Blowing their own horn - stinking of death
Tally ho.
Touch of the tail but what to expect
Dog don't believe why to die for the queen
Lies to the allies - wrath with respect
Blood hounds of hades - heeding the scream
Pounding of hooves they cannot control
Mud flying high as shit hits the fan
Break for the border - the thrill of it all
Tally ho.
Clawing the reigns
Of a world gone mad treason
Breaking the chains
Death or glory - pride or pain
Breaking down the rules of greed and gain
Hunter's hounds in the hands of the hunted
Death or glory
Clawing the reigns
Of a world gone mad treason
Breaking the chains
Death or glory - pride or pain
Breaking down the rules of greed and gain
Hunter's hounds in the hands of the hunted
Death or glory
Death or glory - pride or pain
Death or glory
Reach for the rifle - go for the gun
Saddle the beast huge load to heave
Unstoppa bullrace now begun
Cry for the slaughter who would believe
Hunting the red one - blood on their breath
Screaming horizons for clues of the kill
Blowing their own horn - stinking of death
Tally ho.
Touch of the tail but what to expect
Dog don't believe why to die for the queen
Lies to the allies - wrath with respect
Blood hounds of hades - heeding the scream
Pounding of hooves they cannot control
Mud flying high as shit hits the fan
Break for the border - the thrill of it all
Tally ho.
Clawing the reigns
Of a world gone mad treason
Breaking the chains
Death or glory - pride or pain
Breaking down the rules of greed and gain
Hunter's hounds in the hands of the hunted
Death or glory
Clawing the reigns
Of a world gone mad treason
Breaking the chains
Death or glory - pride or pain
Breaking down the rules of greed and gain
Hunter's hounds in the hands of the hunted
Death or glory
Death or glory - pride or pain
Death or glory
Writer: IAN FINLAY, MICHAEL KUPPER
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Battle Of Waterloo
June, the 18th, 1815, the Battle at Belle Alliance
Marshy fields and pouring rain
All the blood and the [Incomprehensible], oh
Cannons fire, Cuirassiers attack
British grenadiers stand tight
Wellington's command, Blucher or the night
But no Prussian on the sight, oh
The battle of Waterloo, a sea of blood that stains the fields
The battle of Waterloo, lead and steel, the bloody gods
The battle of Waterloo, they fight and die, fall one by one
The battle of Waterloo, a tribute to the bloody death
Fight, fight, you have to stand unite
Kill, kill, come on and have your thrill
Bleed, bleed, your blood flows on the field
Die, die but nobody will ever cry for you
The French guard marches on and on
Straight towards British lines
Blucher's Prussians join the fight
Storming the field aside
The French guards fall one by one
But Napoleon has gone
Do you know who's paying the costs?
The little soldier, he's lost, oh
The battle of Waterloo, a sea of blood that stains the fields
The battle of Waterloo, lead and steel, the bloody gods
The battle of Waterloo, they fight and die, fall one by one
The battle of Waterloo, a tribute to the bloody death
Oh, the battle of Waterloo, yeah, [Incomprehensible], oh
Marshy fields and pouring rain
All the blood and the [Incomprehensible], oh
Cannons fire, Cuirassiers attack
British grenadiers stand tight
Wellington's command, Blucher or the night
But no Prussian on the sight, oh
The battle of Waterloo, a sea of blood that stains the fields
The battle of Waterloo, lead and steel, the bloody gods
The battle of Waterloo, they fight and die, fall one by one
The battle of Waterloo, a tribute to the bloody death
Fight, fight, you have to stand unite
Kill, kill, come on and have your thrill
Bleed, bleed, your blood flows on the field
Die, die but nobody will ever cry for you
The French guard marches on and on
Straight towards British lines
Blucher's Prussians join the fight
Storming the field aside
The French guards fall one by one
But Napoleon has gone
Do you know who's paying the costs?
The little soldier, he's lost, oh
The battle of Waterloo, a sea of blood that stains the fields
The battle of Waterloo, lead and steel, the bloody gods
The battle of Waterloo, they fight and die, fall one by one
The battle of Waterloo, a tribute to the bloody death
Oh, the battle of Waterloo, yeah, [Incomprehensible], oh
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Death or Glory is the fifth studio album by German heavy metal band Running Wild, released 8 November 1989 through Noise Records. It is the band's last album with both guitarist Majk Moti and drummer Ian Finlay. Being one of their most successful releases, it contains the concert favourites "Riding the Storm" and "Bad to the Bone". The final track, "March On", was not included on the vinyl release due to space constraints.
The CD version (both the original and remastered) of the album contains 1991's Wild Animal EP, albeit with a different running order than that of the original. However, despite the presence of Wild Animal on the original pressing CD, neither the booklet nor back insert tray mention these songs. But the CD non-playing side (of the original pressing), however, does list the 4 songs from this EP. The booklet on the remastered version has the full info on including of the EP.
Running Wild filmed a live video to the song "Bad to the Bone", recorded in Düsseldorf. The song had some airtime at MTVs Headbangers Ball. "Riding the Storm" also had a live video that was also shot in Düsseldorf with a crowd of nearly 9,000 attendees.
The track "Bad to the Bone" was recorded by a cappella band van Canto and was released on their fourth studio album Break the Silence.
Performed By:
Running WildThe CD version (both the original and remastered) of the album contains 1991's Wild Animal EP, albeit with a different running order than that of the original. However, despite the presence of Wild Animal on the original pressing CD, neither the booklet nor back insert tray mention these songs. But the CD non-playing side (of the original pressing), however, does list the 4 songs from this EP. The booklet on the remastered version has the full info on including of the EP.
Running Wild filmed a live video to the song "Bad to the Bone", recorded in Düsseldorf. The song had some airtime at MTVs Headbangers Ball. "Riding the Storm" also had a live video that was also shot in Düsseldorf with a crowd of nearly 9,000 attendees.
The track "Bad to the Bone" was recorded by a cappella band van Canto and was released on their fourth studio album Break the Silence.
Genre(s): Heavy metal, power metal, pirate metal
Producer(s): Rolf Kasparek, Karl-Ulrich Walterbach
Length: 50:06
Released: November 8th, 1989
Year: 1989