[(Tipton, Halford) 5.03 from "Stained Class"]
Racing' cross the heavens
Straight into the dawn
Looking like a
comet
Slicing through the morn
Scorching the horizon
Blazing to the land
Now he's here amongst us
The age of fire's at
hand
Stand by for Exciter
Salvation is his task
Stand by for ExciterSalvation bids to ask
Everything he
touches
Fries into a crisp,
Let him get close to you
So you're in his trip,
First you'll smoke and smoulder
Blister up and
singe
When ignition hits you
the very soul of your being will cringe.
Stand by for Exciter
Salvation is his task
Stand
by for Exciter
Here he comes now
Fall to your knees and repent if you please
Who is this man?
Where is he from?
Exciter
comes
For everyone
You'll never see him
But you will taste the fire upon your tongue
He's come to make you snap out
Of
the state that you are in
Looks around and make you
See the light again
So much self-indulgence
Results in shattered
eyes
Predominant complacency
Leads to beguiling lies.
Stand by for Exciter
Salvation is his task
Stand by for
Exciter
Salvation bids to ask
When he leaps amidst us
With combustive dance
All shall bear the branding
Of his thermal
lance,
Cauterising masses
Melting into one
Only when there's order
Will his job be done.
Stand by for
Exciter
Salvation is his task
Stand by for Exciter
Here he comes now
Fall to your knees and repent if you please
Who is
this man?
Where is he from?
Exciter comes
For everyone
You'll never see him
But you will taste the fire upon your
tongue
Racing past the heavens
Straight into the dawn
Looking like a comet
Slicing through the morn
Scorching the
horizon
Blazing to the land
Now he's here amongst us
The age of fire's at hand
Stand by for Exciter
Stand by for
Exciter
Stand by for Exciter
Stand by for Exciter