Dead Thrashers Rising (Exile)

We are the following generation possessed by the old Riding dead unicorns in the name of thrash lord We are free, thinking we are mad and odd? We are loyal and we'll never break the metal oath We are murderers for those who stand in our way Our fury will turn the sky from blue to gray We will hunt you - can't run - you're our pray Flag of hate will always fly, burning those who defy Breaking the rules Rule the world Crushing the fools You're gonna crawl We are your nightmares nightmare it's better to beware Seeking revenge we're gonna rip your body apart You will be buried under and we will piss on your grave Malevolent strikes upon you, dead thrashes rising We are murderers for those who stand in our way Our fury will turn the sky from blue to gray We will hunt you - can't run - you're our pray Flag of hate will always fly, burning those who defy