Fog of War - M.O.S.H.

The silence has broken after many years,
Our thrash metal assault is killing your ears,
Posers smited by heavy metal lord,
Heads explode from speeding power chords

Clench your fist, now swing your arm
The point of the pit is bodily harm
Don't feel bad for what you have done,
It's all in the name of friendly violent fun

Metal legions causing fear,
Killing time, drinking beer
Bringing it back without a doubt,
Smashed and thrashed is what we're all about

A circle of hell pits below the stage,
And all feel the effects of the pit's moshing rage
Violence as far as the eye can see,
In a thrashing sea of humanity

Shit's on fire and all the wimps quit,
Multikill resides in the pit,
The theory of metal is what you have learned,
A broken body is what you have earned

Skulls shatter, speakers blow,
eardrums fragment and bruises show,
Arms bend backwards as knuckles pop,
The thrash revival will not stop

A circle of hell pits below the stage,
And all feel the effects of the pit's moshing rage
Violence as far as the eye can see,
In a thrashing sea of humanity

Shit's on fire and all the wimps quit,
Multikill resides in the pit,
The theory of metal is what you have learned,
A broken body is what you have earned