Sons of Thunder - High On Fire

Drive the fist into your face

and blacken your eye

Unearthly sounds rumble guts

and stomp your insides

Riffs have come, your fate is sung,

don’t even try

Blacks the set, kills all the rest,

the slay masters fly

Enter in the battle ground,

you’ve come to my time

Black arena, till the death,

a game we play blind

You’ve stepped your bounds, beg for life,

if we’d be so kind

Drive the fist into your face

and blacken your eyes