I hear voices calling for the destruction sound I see souls thirsting for heavy metal Women crazy, want to show her breast The old ritual is weak but not dead
I sill see fists raised I still see the horns with his fingers That noises is disturbing my guitar The metal is sick but never die
Tonight the power from hell will play in the whorehouse Orgies, alcohol, the show will be special Every riff played, a bitch is horny That sound will make you think just fuck
Metal crossed decades of battles and fights Recruiting soldiers willing to die Fucking bitches and getting drunk on the floor This song represents the very evil
