Night Stalkers

[Verse 1: Dave Mustaine] Concealed in the night from the light of the moon Undetected between the heavens, the stars, and the seas They seize the night when it's dark, like inside a tomb Faintly, their flat black body armor gleams, light it up [Verse 2: Dave Mustaine] From verdict, to deliverance, to retribution To the very last beat of a dead man’s pulse You can hear the thunder roll, you can hear the engines roar It causes thе ground to quake, to buck and convulse [Chorus: Dave Mustaine] Lights out in the dеsert Battle-born, ready to fight Your death waits in the dark And it stalks the night Night Stalkers [Verse 3: Dave Mustaine] The angels of death ride the waves of the air You barely see the pilots on this "zero-illum" night The avenger's ready, now, as the targets growing near Tracer bullets, shot from the ground, behind enemy lines [Verse 4: Dave Mustaine] Blacked out, we're under radio silence Night vision on, green halos a’ glow It's killing time, another lesson in violence Bodies pile up, and adrenaline starts to flow [Chorus: Dave Mustaine] Lights out in the desert Battle-born, ready to fight Your death waits in the dark And it stalks the night Night Stalkers [Post-Chorus: Ice-T] Yo, when you hear four MH-47 And Black Hawk helicopters coming in low In the dark of night Loaded with Rangers And Delta Force Special Ops shooters Locked and loaded Game's over, bitches Got ya in my night vision 'Bout to let this 30 mm canon go You've never seen us coming So there's no chance of running [Bridge: Dave Mustaine] Nothing you do can stop them They're gonna get ya, wanted dead or alive You can run, but you know they will find you "Death waits in the dark," and they own the night [Chorus: Dave Mustaine] Lights out in the desert Battle-born, ready to fight Your death waits in the dark And it stalks the night The night [Verse 5: Dave Mustaine] Hydra rockets are all locked and loaded Laser-guided Hellfire missiles are ready and armed Itchy fingers on thirty mike-mike triggers They enter the fight, with all of their targets acquired [Verse 6: Dave Mustaine] Flying in "formation" like a black snake Slithering closely over the nap of the earth Slicing the silvery-blueish night fog to ribbons The time has come to return dirt back to the dirt, yeah