In the outskirts of a big city

Their way of life is to thrash

Rottenness and violence

It's inside their mind

For them, life's dream

Doesn't exist anymore

There is just

The nightmare of death

Benumbed by pollution

In metal

Find their way out

On the street

In the suburb

Living wild

To kill all posers

Megathrash

Into gangs they assemble

And celebrate their rituals

They appear in shows

And bestiality takes it all

Blood is their food

Black is their color

Night is their day

Debris their houses

And mosh their dance

There is just

The nightmare of death

Benumbed by pollution

In metal

Find their way out

On the street

In the suburb

Living wild

To kill all posers

Megathrash