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It comes like a thunder

In the silent nightly sky

In your head and down your spine

(like) funeral bells begin to chime

Feel the total possession

In your pounding heart

Hail the metal obsession

Tearing your soul apart

There is no way to escape

The sound, the fury, your fate

Diabolic needs grow faster

The axe, the skull, your master

Nightcomers drawing near

An evil shade of fear

The deadly sound of demons

The metallian wants to hear

Feel the total possession

In your pounding heart

Hail the metal obsession

Tearing your soul apart