Texty: Judas Priest. Metal Works '73-'93. Exciter.

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
Salvation is his task
Stand by for exciter
Salvation bids to ask

Everything he touches
Fries into a crisp
Let him get close to you
So you're in his trip

First you'll smoke and smolder
Blister up and singe
When ignition hits you
The very soul of your being will cringe

Stand by for exciter
Salvation is his task
Stand by for exciter
Here he comes now
Fall to your knees
And repent if you please

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

He's come to make you snap out
Of the state that you are in
Look around and make you
See the light again

So much self-indulgence
Results in shattered eyes
Predominant complacency
Leads to beguiling lies

Stand by for exciter
Salvation is his task
Stand by for exciter
Salvation bids to ask

When he leaps amidst us
With combustive dance
All shall bear the branding
Of his thermal lance

Cauterizing masses
Melting into one
Only when there's order
Will his job be done

Stand by for exciter
Salvation is his task
Stand by for exciter
Here he comes now
Fall to your knees
And repent if you please

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 past 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
Stand by for exciter
Stand by for exciter