Feel no fear (as you walk into the mosh pit)
Face your enemies (as you walk into the mosh pit)
Ignore all pain (as you walk into the mosh pit)
You are here to steal their souls!
Headbangers all around, thrashing till' death!
Headbangers all around, thrashing till' fucking death!
The arena is formed, where you can kick and punch
A theather of blood and gore, violence at its best
Thrash! (or be thrashed!)
Thrash! (or be thrashed!)
Thrash! (or be thrashed!)
Thrash or be thrashed
Thrash! (or be thrashed!)
Thrash! (or be thrashed!)
Thrash! (or be thrashed!)
Thrash or be thrashed!
Headbangers all around, thrashing till' death!
Headbangers all around, thrashing till' fucking death!
The arena is formed, where you can kick and punch
A theather of blood and gore, violence at its best
Thrash! (or be thrashed!)
Thrash! (or be thrashed!)
Thrash! (or be thrashed!)
Thrash or be thrashed
Thrash! (or be thrashed!)
Thrash! (or be thrashed!)
Thrash! (or be thrashed!)
Thrash or be thrashed!
One by one, you waste them all (you waste them all)
You have blood in your fists (blood in your fists)
You have the smell of death (the smell of death)
You are the master of the pit!
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