Call Of The Cult

Manifest or buried deep inside Under a skin of (thick) rawhide there’s a certain cast of mind

momentum a passion to rely on

We swing the axe the skull splitting axe to unleash the fire

to break the chains

scream as loud as you can a strident assault

bring gridlock to an end the call of the cult

the mesmerization hits hard proud of being a part

Brutal thrash metal in the heart

black hordes driving force no remorse

as sworn in squad we’re standing gain strength from the “grim scene” as long we are still breathing,

no one will see us bleeding

Raise the fist up higher

Make the jaded world superior let the bigotry shudder

black crowd shout out! shout loud!