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They come from the mosh to take away your mind

Brocken jeans and shirts, long hair: it’s their style

Any men come with soul like burning fire

Prepare to get the endless rave: you’ll be prisoner of an escaping burst



Now you’re in this way

There’s no other reality

Because you get a power inside that flows like blood on your veins

It leads your moves, it’s going to sign your fate

Let your soul rapt by this altered state higher

There’s no boundaries for you ‘cos now it’s time to raising hell!



It’s the call of the stage

Something of shocking

Go, and bang your head



When you will feel their sound exploid in your head ‘til you’ll be mad don’t get away

They’re like a beast which comes and that wanna fire you

Everything, with might, surrounded by their rapture flame

And if you’ll try to stop it you’ll have total assault



KPPX

The fuckin’ sound of thrash

KPPX

Fuckin’ thrashin’ flare



Rushing in your brain

A run with no stops

Crashing down all the fears:

It’s exploiding your sound.

Feeling flows on your veins

Bang your life ‘til your fall

‘Cos now it’s your time

Your action has to go



Let’s go!



They come from the mosh to take the heat in your mind

The amplifiers’ screaming drills the time and shake your life

Feel your heart roaring, you’ve to come up with fire

So let yourself go on stage: it’s time to raising hell!



It’s the call of the stage

Shocking reality

Go, and bang your head



Airhead