Zimorog - Touch of Thrash Metal

It all began as a rebel
Against modern society
So called rebels became true fighters
And they fought against opposition

Forget about the rules, especially in the art of music
Where is the only dirty genre?
Which was the only escape, from the tough life
Don't make music with your mind
Play it with your heart
Destroy the guitars and eat the strings
Through punk beat scream
Like an aggressive dog

With thrash noise and flames in our heart
We will rush through the fake walls
With aggressive tone and speed in our blood
You will destroy common mans mind

Decade after the clean metal
We made our dirty version
We wanted more aggressive tone
Because it wasn't enoguh for us
It will never be

With thrash noise and flames in our heart
We will rush through the fake walls
With aggressive tone and speed in our blood
You will destroy common mans mind