decades ago, a time now long gone
d**h metal had it's pure form
so easy then amongst global friends
a bold scene never to conform
changes set in, pollution begins
despicable developments
the duty to return and make all traitors burn
on to your knees and repent
d**hhammer
vocals so poor, like frogs in a moor
guitars like clouds of fruit flies
where's the ba** sound, drums that don't pound
hear how our iron church cries
they don't give a f**, just collecting bucks
acting like statues on stage
our final call to all those false
we summon thou ba*tards to rage
d**hhammer
writing the pages, lasting for ages
restore purity that once was
d**hhammer bloodstained, d**h will die again
this is our doctrine and cause
chapters demanding, episodes ending
delivering the d**h metal bill
the years of the leech, finished as we preach
if you won't face d**h we will
d**hhammer