[Verse 1: Dave Mustaine]
Concealed in the night from the light of the moon
Undetected between the heavens, the stars, and the seas
They seize the night when it`s dark, like inside a tomb
Faintly, their flat black body armor gleams, light it up

[Verse 2: Dave Mustaine]
From verdict, to deliverance, to retribution
To the very last beat of a dead man’s pulse
You can hear the thunder roll, you can hear the engines roar
It causes thе ground to quake, to buck and convulse


[Chorus: Dave Mustaine]
Lights out in the dеsert
Battle-born, ready to fight
Your death waits in the dark
And it stalks the night
Night Stalkers

[Verse 3: Dave Mustaine]
The angels of death ride the waves of the air
You barely see the pilots on this "zero-illum" night
The avenger`s ready, now, as the targets growing near
Tracer bullets, shot from the ground, behind enemy lines

[Verse 4: Dave Mustaine]
Blacked out, we`re under radio silence
Night vision on, green halos a’ glow
It`s killing time, another lesson in violence
Bodies pile up, and adrenaline starts to flow

[Chorus: Dave Mustaine]
Lights out in the desert
Battle-born, ready to fight
Your death waits in the dark
And it stalks the night
Night Stalkers



[Post-Chorus: Ice-T]
Yo, when you hear four MH-47
And Black Hawk helicopters coming in low
In the dark of night
Loaded with Rangers
And Delta Force Special Ops shooters
Locked and loaded
Game`s over, bitches
Got ya in my night vision
`Bout to let this 30 mm canon go
You`ve never seen us coming
So there`s no chance of running

[Bridge: Dave Mustaine]
Nothing you do can stop them
They`re gonna get ya, wanted dead or alive
You can run, but you know they will find you
"Death waits in the dark," and they own the night

[Chorus: Dave Mustaine]
Lights out in the desert
Battle-born, ready to fight
Your death waits in the dark
And it stalks the night
The night


[Verse 5: Dave Mustaine]
Hydra rockets are all locked and loaded
Laser-guided Hellfire missiles are ready and armed
Itchy fingers on thirty mike-mike triggers
They enter the fight, with all of their targets acquired

[Verse 6: Dave Mustaine]
Flying in "formation" like a black snake
Slithering closely over the nap of the earth
Slicing the silvery-blueish night fog to ribbons
The time has come to return dirt back to the dirt, yeah