Riding the wind on a stormy night 
Rides a mother's son to take your life. 
They say he died ten years ago 
But the list of victims seems to grow. 
Like father like son the Bible read 
Three sixes brand the top of his head 
Never heard, seen then too late, 
Overkill, seals your fate!!!!!!!!!!! 

Driven by the host of hell 
Wicked smile cross, the showing skull. 
The victim dies no fucking loss 
Overkill, buries the cross 
That scarlet sin the soul is weary 
Genre et morte, mal vivire 
The fallen angel open the cell, 
Overkill's victim enters Hell! 

Who can tell me who I am 
Am I Overkill each death a sin. 
Questions linger as I walk the path 
I am Overkill, the Devil's wrath! 

So when you walk alone, in the night 
And your bones are chilled, skin so tight! 
Beware the sound of a galloping horse 
Overkill has another corpse.... 

Ride high, ride tall 
Overkill will never fall 
Full moon, sharp sword 
Satan is your Lord