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You’ve probably have heard this before

The pace and the chords that thunder

Lies deep in peoples core

Our souls demand

The howling of the damned

I we dont get satisfactiion

We do know where to stand

Pump your fists, sign of the horn

Loud guitars, it never gets old

Soundwaves will split the skies

Classic rock

Is always in our hearts

Classic Rock

is rippin men apart

It triggers impulses to your brain

That makes you wanna bang your head

As if you were insane

When the sky stands ablaze

with the deep purple haze

on the day of the blackest of sabbaths

metal gods gather around and praise