Toxic Zombie Onslaught

"And lo, the Lich King grows to power... He smote his enemies and sat, cackling upon a ruling chair of human bone... But, he was not satisfied... He saw the kingdoms on the horizon and was angered... He leveled his sword, and a new maelstrom was begun... The innocent, beset by the Corpse Lord, fought as they could, but were undone... For the Lich King is fierce... And he is wicked awesome..."

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

You've heard of the beast and the things he has done Like the number, the strike and command But no metalhead is prepared for the onslaught Of violent shit he has planned He's got machine guns and hatchets and swords And some missiles and foods with trans-fats He will unleash mass destruction, you're dead You just got smashed... by the Attack of the Wrath of the War of the Death of the Strike of the Sword of the Blood... of the Beast The beast in the past has done horrible stuff And his victims were left quite displeased No one knows what he's so angry about Maybe once in third grade he was teased He's got chainsaws and bombs and an axe And some unfiltered cigarettes too He will unleash mass destruction, you're dead You just got trashed... it's the Attack of the Wrath of the War of the Death of the Strike of the Sword of the Blood... of the Beast Attack He smashes your face with a hoof Wrath He's angry as hell War In a fistfight with all of the world Death Mass death on a global scale Strike Is sudden and swift and hard Sword Buried deep in your chest Blood It pours from a dozen wounds Beast Character for the metal obsessed The beast will destroy everything in his path With this song on the upcoming brawl It sure is a long one and tough to pronounce but It's the most metal title of all He's got brass knuckles and ninja stars Meat cleavers and Paul Reiser tapes He will unleash mass destruction, you're dead You just got thrashed... by the Attack of the Wrath of the War of the Death of the Strike of the Sword of the Blood... of the Beast

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

I'm a white collar death machine with murder on his mind A psychopathic madman caught up in the daily grind Inter-office enmity has brought me to this place I want to take a sharpie and then stab it in your face Backstabbing chickenshit has gone over my head Told the boss about the files that I knew I should have shred Now I'm in my cubicle and darkly thinking how I could end this punk with pain and settle back and disavow I wish it were 5 o'clock Wait for you out in the parking lot I could kill you I will kill you I will finish the job you should have done for yourself Mosh! Take a ride to Staples on my lunch hour just to check If they're selling something I could use to stab you in the neck Maybe human resources has something I could read That'll help me practice policy while causing you to bleed I take my glasses off and I loosen up my tie It's almost time to go help a brown noser to die Say goodnight to Bob and take the elevator down Grab a tire iron and then put it in your crown You know you asked for this Fight for your life, stand and try to resist I can kill you I will kill you Put down your briefcase and ready yourself for the pain

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Just another song with thrash in the name Just another band with no chance of fame Why do they rise up? Where do they come from? Hordes of slackers with thrash on the brain New age of youth that live against the grain Their time was over What the hell's up with the thrash resurgence? Rise up, march on, tread the earth again Heads bang, fists raise, more monsters than men They can't stop us now Psychopathic ape men dominate the form Purest form of metal catches on and is reborn What did they come for? They shouldn't be here Something terrible is looming overhead Join the legion, walk amongst the dead We've always been here They're wrong this is not a thrash resurgence Underground we continued to feed Now your children feel our primal lust and heed the call

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Over there in Norway, the churches all burn down Let's go dress in goth clothes and get painted like a clown Awesome leather armbands with spikes like two feet long Hair is parted down the middle, frowning like a frog In league with the devil, talking Satan, skulls and hell Making mommy mad, cause that's original If you hate good music, then it can't hurt to go Image-conscious assholes, black metal fashion show I hope that you get hit by a bus. Why? Black metal sucks Careful not to smear your makeup You suck goth clothes and frowns, just like we discussed Black metal sucks Auuuuuuuuuugh What? You suck Blacke Foryst of Despayr, taking photos of the band Put 'em up on myspace you're the envy of the land Posing with a battleaxe and grimacing with hate When you're done with this, figure skating at the lake The music is best, it's got the hardest metal sound Quickly riffing on one note is certain to astound Dimly echoed drumming and some goat heads to distract From the terrible screeching that you pass off as your act I wish your black clothes would combust. Why? Black metal sucks You know what dude, you look like a schmuck You suck Singer sounds like a wounded duck Black metal sucks I'd rather listen to... us You suck You know how I know you look like a fool? Lich King rules We're the best band and we're super cool We rule Straight from the 80's and we're old school Lich King rules Running out of rhymes, so wading pool Thrash is the rule

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

US Special Forces Head into the jungle Hostages trapped Rescue the friendlies, eliminate hostiles Watcher above Cloaked and unseen Infra-red vision Stalking the hunted and poised to attack Skinned and hanging all the soldiers are dead Dog tags are steeping in blood Guerrilla post is found and the battle is led Bullets rain down in a flood Something is seen in the midst of the trees Anna runs and Hawkins gives chase The jungle comes alive and the soldier is seized Disappears again with no trace Predator Predator As they search for the body Jesse Ventura Struck by a laser Dead on the ground and the creature approaches Mac to the rescue He sees the monster Mind starts to break Transparent enemy with luminous eyes Machine gun fire cuts the foliage up Minigun is humming at speed Trap is set and something is cut Wild boar distraction succeeds Hunting the thing Mac and Dillon pursue I'm gonna have me some fun Mac's head is blasted apart into goo Apollo Creed's arm's off, he's done Predator Predator Time to bleed Billy, Poncho, Anna, Dutch are all that remain Get to the chopper and try to escape the insane Billy makes a stand and Dutch takes a dive Barely escaping, barely staying alive You can not see me Earth is my armor You hear me, war cry Calling you out You will not find me Easy to deal with You will not find me Easy to kill Predator Predator Predator Predator

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Clanking plating Steaming grating Cold Steel Machine constructed The thing is not abating Heavy iron arm, with a fist, with a plan Guided by its circuitboard, agenda of the end Apathy combined with metal, grease and gears Structure is a wall of spikes and hammers and treads Grinding, crashing Turrets flashing Cold Steel Machine revenge scheme The thing is hammer smashing, it was made for this War, death, obsessions of the man-mind Victims of the verdict are doomed Ten ton automaton goliath Gripping at the earth in its ruin Slow shift, the sentinel judges And turns upon its axles once more Ash cloud, a final recognition A medal for the engine of gore Destined, defeated, they all stand and die Continents are ready to take Horizon is hazy, a caul of corruption Cities turned to dust in its wake It rolls on

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Nuclear crypt is opened at last Out come the shambling fiends Rotten and groaning the zombies attack Heedless of anyones screams Freed from their prisons in barrels of waste Radioactive undead Zombies are glowing they lurch and they crawl Surrounding each house that they find They know you're inside and bang on the wall They're here to help open your mind They ... Have killed all the livestock You're in for a shock Double-check the lock Fear the dead that walk Toxic Zombie Onslaught Toxic Zombie Onslaught Toxic Zombie Onslaught Toxic Zombie Onslaught Farmland is crawling with brain eating ghouls Cities begin to infest One has attacked you, you watch as it drools And it begins to feed on your flesh Freed from their prisons in barrels of waste Radioactive undead Conscious you're being devoured alive Eyes glazing over you're gone You start to glow and begin to revive Join them and get moving on You ... Kill all the livestock Gorge upon the flock Nuclear feast epoch You're the dead that walk Toxic Zombie Onslaught Toxic Zombie Onslaught Toxic Zombie Onslaught Toxic Zombie Onslaught

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Grimly oppressive, no sun in the sky Blood soaking into the dirt Kingdom is conquered and governed by crows Lightbringers could not avert Ruling by magic and guided by hate One wicked wizard commands There see the glint of a terrible crown There see the sword in his hand There see the sword in his hand All hail the Lich King Give in to fear All hail the Lich King Master of might Ready to fight Order is given and scepter is raised Thundering into the world Apocalyptic, it's his end of days Black and red banner unfurled Facing the dregs of the kingdoms undone Rag-wearing legions of men Laughing, his sword is a whickering death Laughing and killing again Laughing and killing again All hail the Lich King Heed the unjust All hail the Lich King Master of dust Men fight for land Men fight for life Fall by his hand Fall to the blight Undead monarch Undead the throne He rules the dark He rules alone All hail the Lich King Give in to hate All hail the Lich King Accept your fate

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025