To hell with all the gossip
Cease fire in your trench wars metal's glory shall rise up again
In plastic, we do not believe, we despise mainstream lies

We only believe in our fellow men
For a too long time we breastfeed the viper

It sucked our soul out, left just an empty veil
We will revive the dying scene and keep our metal spirits clean
Sing along with the anthems that we penned
Metal is our spiritual force

True is what you make of it, so stay true to yourself
No matter if it's heavy, speed or death
As long as it feels right to you, as long as it's inspiring you

Live it until you do your last breath
Christian or pagan or satanist mystic

Is just right to feed our fantasy our blood is boiling for the sound
Our stomping feet shake the ground
We're only happy when the foe gets thrashed

Metal is our spiritual force