Fists From the Mighty - Indestructible Noise Command

The lights are dim

The stage is set

Heads are ready to thrash

Shapes appear, the thrash is near

Bodies begin to clash

A rage of sound has been unleashed

The violent storm unfolds

Distortion burns through your skull

Your brain overloads

The crowd screams out in pleasure

The axe screams out in pain

Thrashers taking over

Posers being slain

Sweat upon the leather

Hair upon the stage

Fists from the mighty

The storm in mow a rage

Death is in the front row as the final note

Fades away

Bodies in convulsions

A mind in decay

The violent storm is over

The spark still in the air

We brought the beast within you

We can see it in your stare