Marching in formation, soldiers of devastation
Fists clenched, they're pissed and they look ready for some action
Finally the thrashers come to take the power back
Crushing every genre in the wake of their attack
Brutal revenge they have all sworn
So thrash or be thrashed, you have all been warned!
Sitting in the stands, they're all ready to rage
thousands of angry thrashers are stampeding the stage
Ripping up the venue,tearing down the lights
Finding all the phonies and initiating fights
Breaking down the walls,banging all their heads
They're tearing down the curtains and they're ripping them to shreds
Thrash fans unite under a new flag, To which they pledge allegiance as the weapons of thrash!
They dont need guns
they dont need knives
do need no shivs
they dont need pipes
for this assault!