Executive producer Jon Zazula
Produced by Carl Canedy
Engineered by Chris Bubacz
Assistant engineer Alex Perialis
Recorded at Pyramid Studios
Mastering engineer Jack Skinner at Sterling
Sound NYC
CD mastering Alex Perialis
CD preparation Ed Trunk
Illustration & logo Kent Joshpe
CD design Mark Weinberg

1984

Deathrider
(Lilker, Rosenfeld, Turbin, Spitz, Benante)

Riding hard, high in the saddle
Winged steed of unwearing flight
Sweeping through air just like fire
Swift of the foot, great of might
 
Hear the screams (Ow!)
Feel the bite
We ride with death
Tonight
 
Here it comes
You better hide
Shoot the guns
You're gonna die
 
Conquering all, spreading terror
Hoofs gallop in thunderous pound
Devouring the souls of the wretched
Trampling them down to the ground
 
Gripping the reins of destruction
Made of steel on his hands
Holder of forces immortal
Slaughtering all in his path

Metal Trashing Mad
(Lilker, Rosenfeld, Turbin, Spitz, Benante)

Racing down the road
In a street machine of steel
Gears are jammed in full
I'm the madman at the wheel
 
Got my foot pinned to the floor
You can feel the engine roar
I got thunder in my hands
I'm metal thrashing mad, yeah
Metal thrashing mad, yeah
 
Driving like a maniac
Can't go any faster
Burning up the road
Headed for disaster
 
Got my foot pinned to the floor
You can feel the engine roar
Got thunder in my hands
I'm metal thrashing mad
 
VERSE 1
CHORUS

I'm Eighteen
(M.Bruce, Alice Cooper, D.Dunaway, N.Smith, G.Buxton)

Lines form on my face and hands
Lines form from the ups and downs
I'm in the middle without any plans
I'm a boy and I'm a man
 
I'm eighteen and I don't know what I want
Eighteen, I just don't know what I want
Eighteen, I got to get away
I got to get out of this place
 
I'll go runnin' in outer space, woh yeah!
 
I've got a baby's brain and an old man's heart
Took eighteen years to get this far
Don't always know what I'm talking about
Feels like I'm living in the middle of doubt
 
'Cause I'm eighteen, I get confused ev'ry day
Eighteen, I just don't know what to say
Eighteen, I've got to get away
 
Lines form on my face and my hands
Lines form from the left and right
I'm in the middle, the middle of life
I'm a boy and I'm a man
 
I'm eighteen and I like it
Yes I like it
Woh, I like it, love it, like it, love it
Eighteen, eighteen, eighteen, eighteen, woh!
And I like it
I'm eighteen
And I like it
I'm eighteen
Yes, I like it
I'm eighteen
Woh, I like it
I'm eighteen
And I like it
I'm eighteen
Woh, I like it, love it, like it, love it, like it, love it, like it
I like it
I like it
I like it

Panic
(Lilker, Rosenfeld, Turbin)

Move it to the front
Reaching for the light
Loosing all control
Using all your might
Wheels are gonna spin
Asses gonna shake
We are gonna kick
Walls are gonna break
 
The road is hard
The fight is tough
Gonna play it fast
She likes it rough
With my strength
With all my soul
Makin' love
I'm losing control
 
Guts begin to churn
Minds are in haze
Hell is gonna burn
Axes in a blaze
Go in for the kill
Always on the run
Fighting for you life
The battles never won
 
Move it to the front
Reaching for the light
Losing all control
Using all your might
Wheels are gonna spin
Asses gonna shake
We are gonna kick
Walls are gonna break
 
Backs are turned
Rock and roll
To the wall
I'm losing my mind
Yeah!
Hey, hey!

Subjugator
(Lilker, Rosenfeld, Turbin, Spitz, Benante)

Out in the streets
We're fighting tonight
We're dirty and mean
So run for you lives
 
We stand side by side
With our fists in the air
We live for the night
On the razor's edge
 
Unleashing the sound
Lashing out, striking down
All those who stand in the way
 
Taking their lives
Crushing them just like flies
The cries of the wounded in pain
 
Fighting the fight as we race through the night
With power like never before
 
Hammering, bashing them, pounding and smashing them
Hard so we won't take a fall
 
Like a raging inferno
We'll torture and burn (you)
Up in a sea of flame
 
We'll beat you and whip you
Of honor, we'll strip you
Down on your knees and beg
 
We're fighting it out till the end
We're living our lives for the sins
 
Fighting the fight
As we race through the night
With power like never before
 
Hammering, bashing them
Pounding and smashing them
Hard so we won't take a fall

Soldiers of Metal
(Lilker, Rosenfeld, Turbin)

We are fighting for your lives
Oooh, we are the soldiers in the line of fire
 
Down in the trenches we wait for the night
The time is approaching
We're ready to strike
 
We'll stop at nothing
There's no holding back
Born to raise hell
We will attack
 
Pounding away
Tearing through flesh
Soldiers of metal
Fight to the death
 
Blasting the cannons
Shaking the ground
Hacking and killing
We're not fooling around
 
Warriors in battle
All dressed in black
A slash and a thrust
A stab in the back
 
The rages of fury
The cause of the fight
We're soldiers of metal
And we rule the night
Yeah

Death from Above
(Rosenfeld, Turbin, Spitz)

Like the screaming eagle
I'm on the run
I blaze through the skyI kill for the fun
 
No reason, no warning
Nor shadow be found
Got you in my sights
And I'll shoot you down
 
Jet fighter, jet fighter
Turbo jet engines ignite
Jet fighter, jet fighter
Death will filling the sky
Jet fighter, jet fighter
An airborne assault and attack
Jet fighter, jet fighter
A cold blooded stab in the back
 
Vengeance is calling on you
And there's nothing that you can do
Brings you the thing you deserve
Death from above!

Anthrax
(Lilker, Rosenfeld, Turbin)

Steel shattered in the night
Soldiers racing to the fight
Bombs waiting to explode
Fear is cast up on your soul
Wooh!
 
It's just around the corner
For those who dare to see
With eyes of fire
The burn right through me
 
Blood painted on the streets
Metal cutting into meat
You can see it in my eyes
Pain that never will subside
 
And you can feel the power
On evil it will feed
The force that surrounds me
It brings me to my knees
 
We better run for cover
There's no time to waste
'Cause if you turn your back now
It'll blow you away, yeah!

Howling Furies
(Lilker, Rosenfeld)

Abandon all hope for those who enter
Cause there ain't too much of that down here
A clouded mist in a darkened tunnel
And twisted screams are growing near
 
Now you're down here, you're gonna all stay
Cause the howling furies wanna come out and play
You're headed for doom, you'd better prepare
Cause in this part of the woods almost anything's fair, yeah
 
You lied and cheated in your miserable life
You met your end with a butcher knife
We laughed when you died, you sit in your grave
Just waiting to turn into satan's slave