Thrash Is Back - Fueled By Fire

Denim, Leather, Thrash is what we are!

Bang your head against the stage

At Baloffs command

Thrashing, smashing… Posers on the floor!

We’ll leave you on the floor, bruised and sore

Thrash Is Back!

Thrash Is Back!

Thrash Is Back!

Violence, mayhem, the crowd begins to slam!

Circle pitting maniacs, thrashing all around!

Louder, Louder the crowd starts to scream!

Saying thrash is back with their fist in the air

Thrash Is Back!

Thrash Is Back!

Thrash Is Back!

Run on the stage, jump in the crowd

They catch you as you fall from the air

The lights hit your face as you surf the crowd

You see the band on the stage

Kicked in the head

By a white high top

The mark is left on your face

Turned and tossed by the people below

Until you fall in the hole

The crowd pulls you in to the circle pit

Slamming and banging your head

A thrasher falls, you help him up

Slamming the posers to death!

Singing along while your knees hit your face

Not giving a damn who’s in your way

Your hearts beating fast as your pitting away

Thrash Will Never… Die!!!

80's is when thrash was made

Those were the glory days

Thrash was asleep, but now it’s awake

We’ll never die, we’re here to stay

The glory days are back!

Thrashers Unite!

Scream with Me!

Thrash Is Back!

Thrash Is Back!