Thrash Metal way of life, Sharp sound like a knife Blows straight to your head, Play loud till you’re dead Bang your head fast, No time to rest Show them no fear – We are Gods here Thrash till we die
Black leather, spikes and chains, Slam ‘round – bang your head Life’s short – keep the pace, don’t stop like the rest Those who hate you – Tell them “Fuck you!!!” Let these rats feel your will of steel Thrash till we die
Saving your souls from the unknown Masters of THRASH – Stage will be crashed Bass distorted, Drums unhalted Six string chainsaw, Thrash orgasm flows Thrash till we die