On the Edge - Mob Rules

After the war when judgment has come

We’re ruling the evil of time

Tearing apart what the years held as bond

(Are we) brothers in arms when we die?

There’s no sign for a rising star

There’s no light in the far

It’s creeping death on a poisoned ground

Like burning the map that we found

Living in a dream: here we come!

Living on the edge

Freezing in the shade of the sunrise

We’re living on the edge

Sharing the crime and fighting the law

We’re paying the dues of our life

Reflecting the past — in a mirror we saw

A ghost and the troopers of light

There’s no need for a wandering star

There’s no flash in the far

It’s creeping death on a burning ground

We’re losing the map that we found

Living in a dream: here we come!

Living on the edge

Freezing in the shade of the sunrise

We’re living on the edge

We’re creeping on a burning ground

We’re living on the edge

Failing all the signs around

We’re living on the edge

There’s no sign for a rising star

There’s no light in the far

It’s creeping death on a poisoned ground

Like burning the map that we found

Living in a dream: here we come!

Living on the edge

Freezing in the shade of the sunrise

We’re living on the edge

We’re creeping on a burning ground

We’re living on the edge

Failing all the signs around

We’re living on the edge