| Song | The saints |
| Artist | Helloween |
| Album | Gambling with the devil |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Gimme gimme sell your souls | |
| I skin and strip you bold(ly) | |
| My revenue ain't yours | |
| All means my way, I'm mighty | |
| I clutch what's mine, yours sevenfold | |
| I leave you in the cold | |
| Got all my schemes in place | |
| You stifle in my maze | |
| All you shysters | |
| Seek shelter on the last day | |
| While you laugh loud, disclaiming | |
| As your dire end will come/dawn on you | |
| Ah you..! | |
| Possessed, in your mask, and a dirty heart | |
| Unrest in ye must've been the devil in all of us | |
| The saints are marching again | |
| And harvest souls | |
| They're taking every single one | |
| The saints march again | |
| And harmony | |
| Is here, ye can go testify | |
| Don´t you dream you´re ever safe | |
| I ll get you in your grave | |
| Go molest your heirs with my | |
| sleight of hand attorneys -I | |
| Profit at your dear expense | |
| Cash in, perform my prance | |
| Relinquish and lose what you | |
| toiled for, anyway | |
| All you shysters | |
| Seek shelter on the last day | |
| While you laugh loud, disclaiming | |
| As your dire end will come/dawn on you | |
| Ah you..! | |
| Possessed, in your mask, and a dirty heart | |
| Unrest in ye must've been the devil in all of us | |
| The saints are marching again | |
| And harvest souls | |
| They're taking every single one | |
| The saints march again | |
| And harmony | |
| Is here, ye can go testify |
| Gimme gimme sell your souls | |
| I skin and strip you bold ly | |
| My revenue ain' t yours | |
| All means my way, I' m mighty | |
| I clutch what' s mine, yours sevenfold | |
| I leave you in the cold | |
| Got all my schemes in place | |
| You stifle in my maze | |
| All you shysters | |
| Seek shelter on the last day | |
| While you laugh loud, disclaiming | |
| As your dire end will come dawn on you | |
| Ah you..! | |
| Possessed, in your mask, and a dirty heart | |
| Unrest in ye must' ve been the devil in all of us | |
| The saints are marching again | |
| And harvest souls | |
| They' re taking every single one | |
| The saints march again | |
| And harmony | |
| Is here, ye can go testify | |
| Don t you dream you re ever safe | |
| I ll get you in your grave | |
| Go molest your heirs with my | |
| sleight of hand attorneys I | |
| Profit at your dear expense | |
| Cash in, perform my prance | |
| Relinquish and lose what you | |
| toiled for, anyway | |
| All you shysters | |
| Seek shelter on the last day | |
| While you laugh loud, disclaiming | |
| As your dire end will come dawn on you | |
| Ah you..! | |
| Possessed, in your mask, and a dirty heart | |
| Unrest in ye must' ve been the devil in all of us | |
| The saints are marching again | |
| And harvest souls | |
| They' re taking every single one | |
| The saints march again | |
| And harmony | |
| Is here, ye can go testify |
| Gimme gimme sell your souls | |
| I skin and strip you bold ly | |
| My revenue ain' t yours | |
| All means my way, I' m mighty | |
| I clutch what' s mine, yours sevenfold | |
| I leave you in the cold | |
| Got all my schemes in place | |
| You stifle in my maze | |
| All you shysters | |
| Seek shelter on the last day | |
| While you laugh loud, disclaiming | |
| As your dire end will come dawn on you | |
| Ah you..! | |
| Possessed, in your mask, and a dirty heart | |
| Unrest in ye must' ve been the devil in all of us | |
| The saints are marching again | |
| And harvest souls | |
| They' re taking every single one | |
| The saints march again | |
| And harmony | |
| Is here, ye can go testify | |
| Don t you dream you re ever safe | |
| I ll get you in your grave | |
| Go molest your heirs with my | |
| sleight of hand attorneys I | |
| Profit at your dear expense | |
| Cash in, perform my prance | |
| Relinquish and lose what you | |
| toiled for, anyway | |
| All you shysters | |
| Seek shelter on the last day | |
| While you laugh loud, disclaiming | |
| As your dire end will come dawn on you | |
| Ah you..! | |
| Possessed, in your mask, and a dirty heart | |
| Unrest in ye must' ve been the devil in all of us | |
| The saints are marching again | |
| And harvest souls | |
| They' re taking every single one | |
| The saints march again | |
| And harmony | |
| Is here, ye can go testify |