Tracks

01. Satan's Fall
02. Twitch Of The Thrash Nerve



01. Satan's Fall

[Solo: Glenn Rogers]

Straight from heaven and straight to hell
Consumed by power and hate
The embodiment of evil
Once he was the morning star

[Solo: Glenn Rogers]

The first enemy of God
Out of heaven he is cast
Condemned to walk the earth
The arch angels fall from grace

[Chorus:]
Son of dawn, sinners and saints
Banished forever, you've sealed your fate
Your revolution was your demise
For eternity to reign in hell
SATAN'S FALL!!

Exalt, praise, honor, glorify
The throne you sit on, is built of lies
The pit of fire slowly burns
Hell awaits to burn your soul

[Repeat chorus]

[Solo: Glenn Rogers/ Lance Harrison]

Roaring thunder pounds the skies
The wrath of God you can't defy
Rebellious Lucifer, he lurks and deceives
The kingdom of hell, lies the beast

[Repeat chorus]

Torment and fire, grim, death and fear
Leprosy and famine murder and tears
Deadly diseases, millions will die
Starvation and hunger, the well has run dry
Faster than lightening, angelic symbols appear
Crusaders engage in warfare
Until the end, destined to die
Victorious the hand of doom
SATAN'S FALL!!!

[Solo: Glenn Rogers]


02. Twitch Of The Thrash Nerve

Synchronize your thrashing
With our moshoholic sound
Endless slashing and bashing
When F.K.Ü. comes to town

Engaging on full power
Heading for overload
Said you had enough but you lied
Bang your head, ready to explode

(Pre-Chorus)
Our moshoholic breed will exceed your need!

(Chorus)
We seek, we aim and then we fire
You'll get what you deserve
Your need to thrash is dire

We seek, we aim and then we fire
You'll get what you deserve
Your need to thrash is dire
It's a twitch of the thrash nerve

Reckless devastation
The answer to your desire
Thrashing with pure aggression
Never slow down, never tire

Moshing like a maniac
There's nothing that can stop you
Causing a massive heart attack
But dead thrashers mosh too

(Pre-Chorus)

(Chorus)

There is nowhere to hide
It's a spreading nationwide
A new world order
Extreme moshover
A new era is born
Fist bang and devil horn
They're just poor substitutes
For the four finger salute

So put them in the air
And swear allegiance to the ünderwear
Congregate, moshers stand strong
And sing along

(Pre-Chorus)

(Chorus)