Summon the troops
Be ready to fight
(From) eleven and out, i'm hosting tonight
Slaughter them all
Every single brute
Lest you forget, we're here for the loot
Reign supreme
Off with their fucking heads
Off with their fucking heads
Between eleven and 12
We're personified hell
In a league of our own
Bradford Death Squadron
Commence and attack
We fight until dawn
No stopping us now, unless we respawn
Our legion of doom
No place for the weak
(Level) 20s and up, this squad is on fleek
Reign supreme
Off with their fucking heads
Off with their fucking heads
Between eleven and 12
We're personified hell
In a league of our own
Bradford Death Squadron
No world too hard, no boss too strong
For Yorkshires own vietcong
Renowned masters of the trade
From Calderdale to Harrogate
The Bronté sisters would agree, we've outgrown the wool city
