KEYS TO THE KINGDOM
Motörhead Lyrics

Death in the stars, rain on the wind,
A sign of impending doom, bad luck follows wherever the winds blow

Came to the mission, couldn't get in,
An attempt at redemption or salvation fails, the door to hope remains shut

Came out of nowhere, guess I'll go back,
A sudden appearance, but just as quickly disappears without any purpose

All down to bad luck,
Everything that happened is due to misfortune or ill fate

Fire in the sky, nowhere to run,
A disaster looms overhead, with no escape in sight

Came to the desert, burned by the sun,
A futile journey into the harsh wilderness, subjected to unbearable pain

Came out of somewhere, I ain't never been back,
An experience in an unfamiliar place, with no desire or intention to return

King of frustration, vampire deluxe,
A ruler of overwhelming dissatisfaction, feeding on the life force of the helpless

Keys to the kingdom, god hates your guts,
An ironic expression of possession, as divine forces remain antagonistic

Out of the heavens a blessing might fall,
A possibility of relief or grace from above remains uncertain

But the keys to the kingdom mean nothing at all,
Material gain and worldly power hold no weight in the grand scheme of things

Crippled by cold, blinded by fear,
Paralyzed by extreme hardship and panic, unable to function normally

Looking for god, but they said he ain't here,
In search of divine guidance or intervention, but met with disillusionment

Came out of nowhere, can't stand to go back,
An inexplicable appearance with reluctance to repeat the experience

Carved on a stone, the world's epitaph,
An inscription of the end of the world, a grim reminder of mortality

Walked through the graveyard, just had to laugh,
Confronting death with humor, resisting its grip on life

Came out of exile, for a handful of dust,
Emergence from isolation, for a trivial or meaningless reward

King aggravation, vampire deluxe,
A ruler of immense irritation and anger, draining energy from others

Congratulations, god hates your guts,
Sarcastic praise for the achievement of divine disfavor

Bound for damnation, backs to the wall,
Destined for eternal punishment, with no escape from the impending end

And the keys to the kingdom mean nothing at all,
Even the ultimate prize of power and control holds no significance in the face of eternal consequences

High in the sky, in letters of fire,
An explosive message in the heavens, written in flames

The names of the saints, the thieves and the liars,
The labels of the corrupt and the virtuous, all alike recorded in the sky

Came to the funeral, out of pure spite,
An uninvited and malicious presence at a solemn occasion

All down to bad luck,
All events are simply a result of an unfortunate and meaningless coincidence

The least we could do, the harder we tried,
In spite of our greatest effort, the best outcome is still inadequate

The better we lived, the sooner we died,
Regardless of achieving a better life, everyone still faces mortality

Came to the goldmine, cold and alone,
Arriving at a source of wealth, but with no one to share it with

King of starvation, vampire deluxe,
A ruler of famine and deprivation, taking sustenance from the vulnerable

Keys to the kingdom, we hate your guts,
An expression of rejection and animosity towards the symbols of power and control

In the asylum, no one hears you call,
Trapped in an isolated and despairing space, where no one can provide comfort

And the keys to the kingdom mean nothing at all,
Even with absolute authority, there is no guarantee of happiness, fulfillment or salvation

Nothing at all
The final realization of the fruitlessness of existence