Let There Be Rock

In the beginning Back in 1955 Man didn't know about a rock 'n' roll show And all that jive The white man had the smoltz The black man had the blues No one knew what they was gonna do But Tchaikovsky had the news He said - 'Let there be light', and there was light 'Let there be sound', and there was sound 'Let there be drums', and there was drums 'Let there be guitar', and there was guitar 'Let there be rock' And it came to pass That rock 'n' roll was born All across the land every rockin' band Was blowing up a storm The guitarman got famous The businessman got rich And in every bar there was a super star With a seven year itch There were fifteen million fingers Learning how to play And you could hear the fingers picking And this is what they had to say 'Let there be light' 'Sound' 'Drums' 'Guitar' 'Let there be rock' One night in a club called `The Shaking Hand' There was a ninety-two decibel rocking band The music was good and the music was loud And the singer turned and he said to the crowd - 'Let there be rock'

Submitted by MetalElf — Nov 10, 2025

Battles burn The wrath of hell The force cannot be slain Men and steel We stand as one To fight on through the pain Soldiers die The blood runs red We bear the blackest hates Metal force Now crack the sky And raise the seven gates Battle cries The power racks they roar Blood and death Upon the stage of war Running wild Shellshock cracks the beams Sweat and leather Thrashing metal screams Metal forces Haunting mist engulfs the stage We make the final stand Satan's troops attack as one And hold the death command Fighting hard with axe and chain The flame it burns the night Metal storm the heavens fall We ride on seas of light Battle cries The power racks they roar Blood and death Upon the stage of war Running wild Shellshock cracks the beams Sweat and leather Thrashing metal screams Metal forces Metal storm A fork of light Raining from the skies Evil strikes Across the land The metal forces rise Darkness cast on blinded eyes This war cannot be won Sweat and blood hail from above As the battle rages on High on stage The end draws near We fight on through the pain Metal forces stand as one This power runs through our veins Battle cries The power racks they roar Blood and death Upon the stage of war Running wild Shellshock cracks the beams Sweat and leather Thrashing metal screams Metal forces

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Nov 10, 2025

Tyrants from hell Prepare to burn our souls At the sound of the knell The Earth becomes a morgue Angels of death The seven trumpets hail {x2} Tyrants from hell Have lust to burn our souls Death by the flame In darkness we shall fall Nuclear warfare A war to end all wars Fire from hell Revelations told Engulfed in this tomb Death awaits us all Power and greed Are our captors in this hell Angels of death The seven trumpets hail {x2} Tyrants from hell Prepare to burn our souls At the sound of the knell The Earth becomes a morgue Angels of death The seven trumpets hail {x2}

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 17, 2026