Terror Of Dawn

Week end the terror in each street corner,
Are the skinheads warming the boots.
Boots, suspenders, in skin the tattoo,
The blood is the that write the history in the city

The night falls, fear is coming,
Enemys running away for every corners
Shoutings, runnings, sirens linked,
Are the skinheads, the terror of dawn

Time to go hunting,
The scum left-wing men we go smash
Side to side forever, we will not walk back,
If coming from front you fuck you

The time are goes, the people are desesperate,
I scent the fear for every corners
Shoutings, runnings, sirens linked,
Are the skinheads, the terror of dawn