Fists from the Mighty Lyrics

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,
Possers being slain.
sweat upon the leather,
Hair upon the stage,
Fists from the mighty
The storm in mow a rage.

Solo

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.