- Armageddon
Sky is turning bloody red
Life’s preparing to be dead
Gods of Death arise as well
Torture planet with a spell
Fire’s raining from the sky
Oceans boiling, sole is fried
Panic starving everywhere
- Barbarians of Metal
Riding the wasteland
Destroying all
Conquering people
And thrashing the souls
They ride unleashed across the desert
To crash, to fight, to kill
Nobody will have a rest here this day
- Crossfire
Going to war – leave all behind
Open the door, to madness and crimes
War is a whore – she needs more and more
Massive Crossfire – is what she desires
Crossfire
Bullets fly fast, you cannot hide
You cannot rest, you cannot fight
- Thrash Till We Die
Thrash Metal way of life, Sharp sound like a knife
Blows straight to your head, Play loud till you’re dead
Bang your head fast, No time to rest
Show them no fear – We are Gods here
Thrash till we die
Black leather, spikes and chains, Slam ‘round – bang your head
Life’s short – keep the pace, don’t stop like the rest
- Тяжёлый рок
Мощнее силы нету в мире
Она людей сбивает с ног
Тяжелый рок в прямом эфире
Смерть нажимает на курок
Тебе не спрятаться, не скрыться
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