Identify lotto The Final Countdown

days of gold are at an end
we are forged of steel, our skin has shed
it's a call to arms, it's a call to war
march straight into oblivion

darkest hour is drawing near
death has lured us into light
eternal battles we struggle with
kill us slowly, yet give us life

bow your head to the facist pigs?
are you forged of steel or walking dead?
it's a call to arms, it's a call to war
march straight into obvlivion

season of oppression

fear is not the answer
fear feeds the answer

standing at the edge of the infernal abyss
leaps of faith

You never knew the teenage me and
you wouldn't believe the things you didn't see,
some pretty, some ugly.
And the lovely mirrorball reflected back them all
-every triumph, every fight, under disco light.

Come on girl, it's alright.
Come on girl, it's alright now.
Come on girl, it's gonna be alright now.

Well I guess some boys adored me
but the one I loved ignored me,
and caused me in the end to murder my best friend.

And though I got her letter, it never did get better,
and I got out of my head.
Then I joined a band instead.

Come on