[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