We've gathered ourselves to drink a lot of beer
Snapping our necks, banging through the speed
With Old Metal running in our wasted veins
Of course we recognize if someone here is fake

We don't mind what you wear
We don't listen what you say
We don't care about your pose
We are real bangers You are not !!

You think you're into this Metal Scene
We don't need a liar here, you pathetic wimp
Be aware, its countdown for aggression
In this Slayground you'll never enter twice

We don't mind what you wear
We don't listen what you say
We don't care about your pose
We are real Slaughters You better run!!

Breaking your jaw, smashing your skull
Nothing will calm us till you're under our foot
Go out to live, Stay in to die
We won't aloud intruders, so Metal up your Ass

You're a liar, Fuck yourself
You're a bastard, Kill yourself