De-

cades

a-

go,

a

time

now

long

gone

Death

me-

tal

had

its

pure

form

So

ea-

sy

then

a-

mongst

glo-

bal

friends

A

bold

scene

ne-

ver

to

con-

form

Chan-

ges

set

in,

pol-

lu-

tion

be-

gins

Des-

pi-

cable

of

de-

ve-

lop-

ments

The

du-

ty

to

re-

turn

make

all

trai-

tors

burn

On

to

your

knees

and

re-

pent

For

the

Death-

ham-

mer

Death-

ham-

mer

Death-

ham-

mer

Death-

ham-

mer

Vo-

cals

so

poor,

like

frogs

in

a

moor

Gui-

tars

like

clouds

of

fruit

flies

Where's

the

bass

sound,

drums

hat

don't

pound

Hear

how

our

i-

ron

church

cries

They

don't

give

a

fuck,

just

col-

lec-

ting

bucks

Act-

ing

like

sta-

tues

on

stage

Our

fi-

nal

call

to

all

those

false

We

sum-

mon

thou

bas-

tards

to

rage

Death-

ham-

mer

Death-

ham-

mer

Death-

ham-

mer

Death-

ham-

mer

Death-

ham-

mer

Wri-

ting

the

pages,

last-

ing

for

a-

ges

Re-

store

pu-

ri-

ty

that

once

was

Death-

ham-

mer

blood-

stained,

death

will

die

a-

gain

This

is

our

doc-

trine

and

cause

Chap-

ters

de-

man-

ding,

e-

pi-

sodes

end

De-

li-

ve-

ring

the

death

metal

bill

The

years

of

the

leech,

fi-

nished

as

we

preach

If

you

won't

face

death

we

will

Death-

ham-

mer

Death-

ham-

mer

By

down

to

the

Death-

ham-

mer

Death-

ham-

mer

Who

you

needs

Will