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When have passed the lockup

Of thousand years

The Prophecy of the final days:

Massacre is near

With denim and chains,

Leather and spikes

The vengeance of the hell

Stain with blood the night

Six, Six, Six,

That is the number of the beast

Hell, pain,

You can't escape of this fate

Try to hide, try to run,

Is the end of the earth

Satan whips, metal sounds,

Feel the beast's onslaught

He will run at nights.

Taking the souls

Nobody can stop him,

He is out of control

He is the key

Of human extermination

Cry and prepare

For extreme aggression

Hear the call:

You have the power

Of metal gods

Your violent law:

Forever reign

And will never fsll

The posers run:

They are afraid

Of true metal force

Vengeance's time:

In the name of metal:

Rise!!!