The crowd inside the stadium
Is staring at the darkened stage
Like believers in the inner sanctum
Like vultures in an iron cage
Hyped-up glands are spreading pheromones
The hint of underlaying aggression
The collective minds of sixteen thousand
Now prepared for a total psychic excess
And the band begins to play
They are here to raise some hell
To wake the dead
They are here to raise some hell
With the help of a collective mind
Gone mad
The video-screen shows hypnotic scenes
Like fragments of distorted dreams
Reaching for the deepest spheres of mind
Where only evil one can find
The music is a sequence of hidden information
Plugged inside your cerebrum
Critical mass in its final devastation
They will evoke the demon wth their pounding drums
And the guitar is raging on
While the band is playing on
The brutal riot begins
Now all that was sane is gone
And darkness fills our hearts
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