Welcome to the mosh pit
Stay home
If you’re afraid to get hit
There are no enemies here
Just friends and good times
Our music doesn’t always rhyme
But it slaps the bass
And will melt your face
There is no rest from the dragons breath
Nor the sweaty hoody guy
We all smell
As we raise our hands
Chanting death to heaven
Long live hell
It started with Black Sabbath
We moved on to Sabaton
And with Alien Weaponry we march on
Songs sung in a hundred languages
All are epics for the ages
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