Halford

Super sonic silver flying machine
Made of metal racing alien beings
Super sonic silver flying machine
Made of metal rides a laser beam
He descends from the sky
And he's ready to die for the thrill
When the predator falls
Your fate will be called by his will
Reeling you into a climax crescendo of sound
You have no time
He can turn on a dime with his stare
Spins you around and he's taking you down
He don't care