I'll rip your head off and sh** down your throat My fist in your face my foot up your a** This time it's war you will end up dead You f**er... Trend-made who*e you can't escape We shall slay you all you will die tonight For much too long those trend posing motherf**ers have held the scene It is time that we reclaim what is rightfully ours Never again shall we face them without our burning axes of...war! No way we'll play that neo-metal sh** Cause we are here to deliver d**h Old-school is our way the only way we know f** you! You will die we'll make sure You will meet our axes of war You will burn forever more