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