The crowd inside the stadium Is staring at the darkened stage Like believers in the inner sanctum Like vultures in an iron cage
Hyped-up glands are spreading pheromones The hint of underlaying aggression The collective minds of sixteen thousand Now prepared for a total psychic excess And the band begins to play
They are here to raise some hell To wake the dead They are here to raise some hell With the help of a collective mind Gone mad
The video-screen shows hypnotic scenes Like fragments of distorted dreams Reaching for the deepest spheres of mind Where only evil one can find
The music is a sequence of hidden information Plugged inside your cerebrum Critical mass in its final devastation They will evoke the demon wth their pounding drums
And the guitar is raging on
While the band is playing on The brutal riot begins Now all that was sane is gone And darkness fills our heartsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
