Deathhammer -

Decades ago, a time now long gone

Death metal had it’s pure form

So easy then amongst global friends

A bold scene never to conform

Changes set in, pollution begins

Despicable developments

The duty to return and make all traitors burn

On to your knees and repent

Deathhammer

Vocals so poor, like frogs in a moor

Guitars like clouds of fruit flies

Where’s the bass sound, drums that don’t pound

Hear how our iron church cries

They don’t give a fuck, just collecting bucks

Acting like statues on stage

Our final call to all those false

We summon thou bastards to rage

Deathhammer

Writing the pages, lasting for ages

Restore purity that once was

Deathhammer bloodstained, death will die again

This is our doctrine and cause

Chapters demanding, episodes ending

Delivering the death metal bill

The years of the leech, finished as we preach

If you won’t face death we will

Deathhammer