| Racing 'cross the heavens straight into the dawn
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| Looking like a comet slicing through the morn
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| Scorching the horizon, blazing to the land
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| Now he’s here amongst us, the age of fire’s at hand
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| Stand by for exciter, salvation is his task
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| Stand by for exciter, salvation bids to ask
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| Everything he touches fries into a crisp
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| Let him get close to you, so you’re in his trip
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| First you’ll smoke and smolder, blister up and singe
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| When ignition hits you the very soul of your being will cringe
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| Stand by for exciter, salvation is his task
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| Stand by for exciter, here he comes now
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| Fall to your knees and repent if you please
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| Who is this man? |
| Where is he from? |
| Exciter comes for everyone
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| You’ll never see him, but you will taste the fire upon your tongue
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| He’s come to make you snap out of the state that you are in
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| Look around and make you see the light again
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| So much self-indulgence results in shattered eyes
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| Predominant complacency leads to beguiling lies
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| Stand by for exciter, salvation is his task
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| Stand by for exciter, salvation bids to ask
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| When he leaps amidst us, with combustive dance
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| All shall bear the branding from his thermal lance
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| Cauterizing masses melting into one
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| Only when there’s order will his job be done
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| Stand by for exciter, salvation is his task
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| Stand by for exciter, here he come now
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| Fall to your knees and repent if you please
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| Who is this man? |
| Where is he from? |
| Exciter comes for everyone
|
| You’ll never see him, but you will taste the fire upon your tongue
|
| Racing 'cross the heavens straight into the dawn
|
| Looking like a comet slicing through the morn
|
| Scorching the horizon, blazing to the land
|
| Now he’s here amongst us, the age of fire’s at hand
|
| Stand by for exciter, stand by for exciter
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| Stand by for exciter, stand by for exciter |