Racing' cross the heavens
Straight into the dawn
Looking like [bad word] Slicing through the morn
Scorching the horizon
Blazing to the land
Now he's here amongst us
The age of fire's at hand

Stand by for Exciter
Salvation is his task
Stand by for Exciter
Salvation bids to ask

Everything he touches
Fries into a crisp,
Let him get close to you
So you're in his trip,
First you'll smoke and smoulder
Blister up and singe
When ignition hits you
the very soul of your being will cringe.

Stand by for Exciter
Salvation is his task
Stand by for Exciter
Here [bad word] now
Fall to your knees and repent if you please

Who is this man?
Where is he from? [bad word] For everyone.
You'll never see him
But you will taste the fire upon your tongue
 [bad word] to make you snap out
Of the state that you are in
Looks around and make you
See the light again
So much self-indulgence
Results in shattered eyes [bad word] Leads to beguiling lies.

Stand by for Exciter
Salvation is his task
Stand by for Exciter
Salvation bids to ask

When he leaps amidst us [bad word] dance
All shall bear the branding
Of his thermal lance,
Cauterising masses
Melting into one
Only when there's order
Will his job be done.

Stand by for Exciter
Salvation is his task
Stand by for Exciter
Here [bad word] now
Fall to your knees and repent if you please

Who is this man?
Where is he from? [bad word] For everyone
You'll never see him
But you will taste the fire upon your tongue

Racing past the heavens
Straight into the dawn
Looking like [bad word] Slicing through the morn
Scorching the horizon
Blazing to the land
Now he's here amongst us
The age of fire's at hand

Stand by for Exciter
Stand by for Exciter
Stand by for Exciter
Stand by for Exciter