M.O.S.H.

The silence has broken after many years,
 Our thrash metal assault is killing your ears,
 Posers smited by heavy metal lord,
 Heads explode from speeding power chords
 Clench your fist, now swing your arm
 The point of the pit is bodily harm
 Don't feel bad for what you have done,
 It's all in the name of friendly violent fun
 Metal legions causing fear,
 Killing time, drinking beer
 Bringing it back without a doubt,
 Smashed and thrashed is what we're all about
 A circle of hell pits below the stage,
 And all feel the effects of the pit's moshing rage
 Violence as far as the eye can see,
 In a thrashing sea of humanity
 Shit's on fire and all the wimps quit,
 Multikill resides in the pit,
 The theory of metal is what you have learned,
 A broken body is what you have earned
 Skulls shatter, speakers blow,
 eardrums fragment and bruises show,
 Arms bend backwards as knuckles pop,
 The thrash revival will not stop
 A circle of hell pits below the stage,
 And all feel the effects of the pit's moshing rage
 Violence as far as the eye can see,
 In a thrashing sea of humanity
 Shit's on fire and all the wimps quit,
 Multikill resides in the pit,
 The theory of metal is what you have learned,
 A broken body is what you have earned