We're the masters of the night
Both death and glory on our side
Mess with the fucking best
And get fucked up like all the rest
You won't hear us when we're coming...

We're back again
We're on the scene
And when we strike it's swift, silent, deadly
When we strike it's swift, silent -- deadly!

We seek, strike, destroy
Like tigers born to kill
For those who just can't understand
We'll let you know the fucking deal
You won't hear us when we're coming...