When some bastards said "metal is dead"
we felt it was our time to rise
Playing fast metal like in the old days
when thrash ruled the underground
Wearing jackets of denim with patches
bullet belts and spikes
Vynils and tapes, concerts and zines
that is our purpose in life
[Bridge]
People would say that we live in the past
but we love to hear posers cry
They'll never got metal running
through their veins
We play for real banger not wimps
The guitar roars furiously wild
The fingers bleed on the strings
Drums are punding at speed of light
It's fast beat makes you headbang
The crowd start to mosh,
Some wil stagedive
Listen the cracking bone squad
Those who stand still, will pay the price
"Bang that head that doesn't bang!!"
Repeat bridge
[Chorus]
The Nightlords make their
Aggressive assault
Possessed by metal they are
our Phalanxes scream the great
Battle Cry
The omen of fate is at hand
Thrash Til We Die!!!
[Solo]
