There was a time when metal rose, a golden age for our land  [bad word] all over the world 
with chained fists and desires of fight 

And when i was sixteen this band began 
we wanted to play it loud 
Four firends, beers and garage days 
We knew there was no turning back 

This is the attack straight to your [bad word] 
You better believe it, crank it up! 
Go mad! climb over the stage! 
Dive off! Survive and do it again! 

More Beers more friends, never stop, another song in the bar 
Heads are banging out of control. Great times insured! 

HEY YOU! TIME FOR MOSH PIT! 

We don't care what they say we laught at them in their face 
We just enjoy what we play and nothing else 

Tread our pride it that's what you want, thats more than music, yes 
So if you dont like how this [bad word] sounds 
Just listen: [bad word] you man!