Thrasher's Return - Woslom

Mirror sky, shows me your reflex

Aggressions quickmatch on the hell of land

Washing the floor of this century’s end

This Metal difusion is falta, bloody and hatred

Going down the stairs of hell

Search it!

Has it’s smell

Exploring two mirror’s face

Smashing submissive’s gate

— Thrasher's Return

We’re not blind, we know our fate

Metal ripping your flesh, can’t you feel the pain?

You hear hell’s sound and your ears explode

So check this out: you’re inside the mirror