rider of the storming sands origin of the bomb mentally enslaved to natural born son of fury covered in shame worms devour human waste raises the scent as it decays into the air obscuring eye sharpened from redemption selling suicide this is the son that wields our oceans his path has lead us to extinction when will we be saved never resurrected to cope with a false prophet we will fall again dismantle his existence
It's a shame that in 1980 my parents decided to move interstate, otherwise I might still be living in Adelaide and Meth Leppard would be my home town heroes. This band rips. xTöDx