Tap your fists
And come running
In front of the stage
Banging heads
Our sharp riffsyour blood boiling
Jumping, diving
Sharking the venue
Blast beats sounding
Bending your necks
Deafening noise
Terror metal choise
Broken bones
Mind fueled
Before the show ends
All false metal
Will have to pay
Come to the carnege!
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