Death defining amplitude.
Bad, out of tune riffings brewed.
Amplifiers growling rude,
I am in Bolt Thrower mood.
Sonic incantation spelled.
Sentencing my routine to death.
Break-neck speed, I'm charging, mad.
Wreck my screed, I'm turning rad!

The noise shall free me!
Becoming myself!

Embrace the sound of the scorching red sun by the sons of the salvo guns
Eerie frequency, war drums in my reverie, the beat of the heart for me
Dancing my fear and everything I hear in hope to make them disappear
Drowning myself in the sonic incantation

Take another pill, vessel some more thrill
Fake another deal, wrestle myself to heal
Tell myself it's good to feel, life is more than pay the bills
Contemplating riff by riff!!

Bitches Brew When Cannons Fade.
Bonded by Blood To The Death.
Break-neck speed, I'm charging, mad.
Wreck my screed, I'm turning rad!

The noise shall free me!
Becoming myself!