about
“Moshing, stage diving, slamming, circle pit -
That's what we're bonded by! We are made of it!” - later these lines have become the motto of the band
lyrics
“Satan’s feast”
– that’s how it’s called by your mom,
But you just call it
“Good friendly violent fun”.
The evil starts tonight,
Go, dive from that stage!
That’s the only place where you
Can display your friendly rage.
The crowd is now insane,
The band is giving hell,
Guitars, drums and bass,
And the singer starts to yell.
You really love this place,
It’s now your second home,
And thrashers are your family,
You’ll never be alone!
You cause the clash
You thrash the trash
For those 'bout to mosh
For those 'bout to mosh!
Another face you smash!
You make another clash!
Your body turns to ash!
You were born to thrash!
For those about to mosh,
For those about to slam,
If you don't know the rules,
You'd should not play the game.
Don't start to cry if blood
Runs out from your nose,
That's the rules of slamming,
That everybody knows.
Moshing, stage diving,
Slamming, circle pit,
That's what we are bonded by,
We are made of it!
We are good old friends
From our own world,
We're fueled by fire,
We're bonded by blood!
We cause the clash
We thrash the trash
For those 'bout to mosh
For those 'bout to mosh!
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