Dressed for the kill, out on the street
Awaiting the grandiose clash
Ready to dive into the pit

Of boiling human flesh

Anger and hate, screaming it out

No chains are able to hold
Feeling no pain, just violent fun
Everyone out of control


Watching the army march into the night
In their hearts a fire burning bright

In no time you get involved too
Now you're a part of the thrashin' crew