Old School Attack -

The shades of night follow them to a dark street

With dazzling lights and sound on the heights

Three guys of power are wearing shirts of Venom

And the palate of beer sharpened

They arrive with energy imposing on you their respect

With pride to enjoy the True Metal beating in the chest

(Don't challenge or disrespect, any slip they’ll kick your ass)

Old School Attack!

Old School Attack!

Their cups full of beer and the women in the vast table

Complete the climate of verywhere Mtal is invoked

But Metal with alcohol leaves the most dangerous mixture

The Metal hymns rise from the bottom of your souls

Throwing libertinism in the mind of weak ones

MASTERS OF METAL

WILL NEVER DIE

FOR YOUR SONGS OF HELL

TILL DEATH WE’LL FIGHT!

… attack!

The moon is so full like head with beer

Echoes and barks of dogs

Decorate the filthiest of the last gutters

And thirsty for the prostitutes — that accompany them

The night finishes in deliriums — and violence

Perpetuating the Metal and blessing the ones that win

… forever!