Thrash

VICtory

[Verse]

Through the flesh and bones

You push your way through

A mighty effort

To release your aggression



[Pre-Chorus(/Solo?)]

The clock strikes now

Now is the time

Push and shove

Don't miss this chance



[Pre-Solo]

Bones will be broken

But none will be yours

Bend 'n' snap

Make them suffer ["sufferrrrrr"] [MAKE-THEM-SUFFERRRRRR]



[solo]

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Mark of the Beast (song)

How can you see in a world so blind?
Propaganda fills your head, polluting your mind.
Twistin' your words and feeding you lies,
The Man's got you beat, to doped to realize.

Promoting love and praying for peace,
But the men behind it all wear the Mark of the Beast.
They'll smile in your face as they weave their lie,
Stab you in the back just to watch you die.

And the Innocent One and the Holy Father,
Frozen in fear by the sight of this slaughter.
Stricken with awe at the destruction and carnage,
With the blood of millions, the Earth is tarnished.

No goddamn illusion is gonna solve,
World's on edge, so easily dissolved.
Takes one push to fuck their system,
When you're done with their games, dammit, heed my wisdom.

Get out of it now, before it's too late,
When you're so drunk with passion and fueled by hate.
Don't blame it on chance, or excuse it as fate;
Get out of it now, before it's too fuckin' late.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is the first metal song I wrote for my thrash band and is the second full song lyrics I've written, this one has a bit of language in it, I apologize to anyone who is offended, but I feel it is essential to this song and to express my feelings at the time I wrote it.

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The Fallen (song)

A world full of pain, sorrow, and hate.
War presses on with Death in its wake.
Lamentations of horror, loss, and of grief.
Like ants in a flood, seeking relief.

Lost souls wander aimlessly,
Horrified by all they see.
Rising up from hallowed graves,
Greeted by a world depraved.

The blood of youth flows, staining Earth red.
They wash their hands clean, but it hangs on their head,
Conscience ripping at their being,
As they feed their war machine.

Lost souls wander aimlessly,
Horrified by all they see.
Rising up from hallowed graves,
Greeted by a world depraved.

With blackened hearts they carry on,
Toiling under a tireless sun.
While their fallen lay in shallow graves,
Where nameless tombs mark darkened days.

In the distance the women mourn,
A future bleak, shadows forlorn.
Call-to-arms, Ares' might,
Young men rise to join the fight.

Lost souls wander aimlessly,
Horrified by all they see.
Rising up from hallowed graves,
Greeted by a world depraved.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a song I wrote for my technical thrash metal band, it is the third full song lyrics I have written:)

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