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On through the madness on through the dark we write

For justice we fight

With fighting chords like noones heard before

On through the death the night and the breath

Our evil sound makes its waves

On through the hell we'll fight and we'll kill

Until metal has ripped through your veins

We need the agony so we turn the volume high

Unfortunately the critics survive

We write the blinding verses no signs of slowing in sight

Chorus

Dead, dying, dead we're metal heads