From the cassette and re-release of "Death Before Dishonor" (1989 & 2002)


There's a dead end street, on the horizon
Where the sun sets, and fades to black
Is this the final hour, do we have the power, to attack
Do we understand, that the end is near
And the life we live is just, a carnival of fear
Can you, feel the pain
It's the torment, of the sacred rite
We must fight to persevere, the master reappear
From the light
It's your carnival, it's a carnival of fear