Like a Runaway Combine Harvester in a Field of Crippled Rabbits
Revenge is coming To enemies of steel So write your reviews Rebels without a clue Bound to your word In black and white Keyboard warriors All crippled from fright The worst is yet to come For those who hate our speed I promise you a thousand deaths Upon your words you'll feed Like an action movie Explosions will blow While blood spills While blood flows All thrash haters Will die by flame So hang your head Or die in shame The worst is yet to come For those who hate our speed I promise you a thousand deaths Upon your words you’ll feed Shove your opinion Up your fucking ass Dont be a poser Just blast whiplash Bang your hеad Until it's sore Drink whiskey all night And headbang to razor Thе worst is yet to come For those who hate our speed I promise you a thousand deaths Upon your words you'll feed Like a runaway combine harvester I’m a field of crippled rabbits
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 04, 2026
Racing emotions steam like an engine in the night Lost is my desire to surrender to your fight You won't see me coming it's as if we never met I tried to forgive you long ago but you just won't forget I cock my double barrell and set out on my quest I break into your home And put two in your chest Like a shotgun In your mouth No more questions No more doubts Contrary to my belief this revenge is bittersweet I'm a pool of your blood you lie at my feet From the dirt you were born and there you shall return Guilt will rape your judgement This world will never learns Escape is now my mission I run out through the door Cornered by cops My chances are no more
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 04, 2026
Entering the depths of hell Is not what I expected There was no fire or brimstone So that ideas rejected There is not a chamber of evil and Satan doesnt have a tail Welcome to the south sea where bands come to fail No fucking sound check What the fuck! No fucking sound check No we're stuck! We could die tonight What a sight! Sleeping on a coach made of shite Now we try to escape this place cause now we see Hell is in the south sea The brutal vision of that place The stains had fleas Hell is in the south sea x2 Playing our set Three songs in Forced to a halt Asshole manager shut us down Which wasn't our fault Spend the bands pay on Chinese with his slutty meth head wife Fuck the whore with a 9 inch pole Shove south sea up your hole
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 04, 2026
Reelin and a riggin with frustration Saturated by determination That which doesn't kill us makes us stronger Channel our hatred into hunger Merciless til the day we drop Fuck you we're never gonna stop No success is what we've come to learn But that's ok we want it on our terms Criticisms' step aside we are hated for our pride But we'll play hyper thrash til the day we die x2 On the backs the burden that we carry Is the thought of ballads it's so scary Life outside of metal is a cage Let me get on the fucking stage Never worry about tomorrows concerns Bus tickets came in returns With the zomborgs we thrash our way Racing down the fucking highway
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 04, 2026
Its been three Years since she rose from the grave A madness I can't contain All women with no w rise Lady deathsquirts on her way From the mist her silhouette Casts the strike of fear So dont you dare feed the bitch And keep all grave robbers near From the darkest pits of he'll She ascends with force Never letting light onto her heart Apocalypse is on course Try to hide - x4 Try to hide from Frankenstein's bride In her way, you will surеly die This worthless earth shе will chastise So try to hide from Frankenstein's bride Zomborgs together shall unite And hang her at tyburn tree The whole world together shall wonder Why she let Charles gein free From the depths of the blackest ocean The drone shark cometh Strap the posers down on a roller-coaster Sacrificed on zombie Sabbath Trapped forever in her evil grasp In an everlasting flame The bride of Frankenstein plays with her pray Don't reload don't play that game Repeat chorus
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 04, 2026
Hungry for destruction The worst you'll ever see Desolated cities fall with their sociology Blood soaked tyrants, bad morality Iron fists clash with barbaric savagery But the worst of all Is yet to appear Rumor and myth is all that we hear Stories that he drenches his victims face on blood Crushing bastard skulls one by one Mind games, torture, poser, eliminator Bloodthirsty jawbreaker Let's see them talk when they got No jaws Bloodthirsty jawbreaker All thrash haters will suck his balls Bloodthirsty jawbreaker He'll punch your lights out for a noble thrash cause He rides into town on a horse made of steel A panzer tank made of thrash with jaw bones for wheels Fists made of iron He wears a denim vest He eliminates posers Chewing on a bucket made of flesh Steering his tank While high on bone marrow Listening to whiplash Because he loves tony portaro Aiming his cannons at the south sea door Junkie bastard and his wife are no more
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 04, 2026
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