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A story starring five guys – with a lust for rock

struggling in a swirling shark tank – always on the clock

Hustling their asses off – no effort to hard

Rifling, blasting, screaming bloody murder – will it be enough?

All this sweeping, all this shredding – in the end in vain?

But there will be no one weeping – without pain no gain!

Another tour, another album – Spotify streams high

Shenanigans captured on video – what a thrilling ride

pull it off time and again – to fill an inner void

a never saturated hunger – drives them through this world

We are back to aim for the Stars

There are no regrets – the Sky will be ours

A reckless push towards immortality

there my have been some minor setbacks – yet they couldn't care

Always falling to stand up again – just a little scare

never let the eyes off target – focused on their goal

they are preparing another strike – rocking without parole

The stages don't stop getting bigger – another wall of sound

people breaking their necks in the death pits – feel the shaking ground

sweat, blood, and other body fluids – flying through the air

you are now baptized in our cult – so let us hear your prayer!

We are back to aim for the Stars

There are no regrets – the Sky will be ours

A reckless push towards immortality

A throne made of guitars – our place to be!