W.t.y.d. Annihilator

Catch a shooting star, burn it to a crisp
Born into death, will you take the risk
See buckets and buckets, yeah, buckets of sin
You'll never end and can never begin
Chorus:
Welcome To Your Death (x3)
No forest of pleasure or fields of pain
High-rise at night, see the pavements of stain
A beckoning hand from those who were slain