Stihovi koji vam se motaju po glavi.

We are at war with weak music!

March to the front
We're coming to fight the enemy
March to the front
Agony, misery, anarchy!

It's time for some serious motherfucking damage
It's time for some hardcore
D-d-d-die if you ain't hardcore!

There he goes
One of Gods own prototypes
Too weird to live
And too rare to die

You've changed things... forever
There's no going back
See, to them, you're just a freak...
Like me!

When daylight breaks the black of night
It dispels the darkness of my sight
Transcending life never more earthbound
I hear the image and see the sound
An illusive whisper in the wind
Unspoken words yet full of sin
Like shifting sands upon a dune
These distant notes, a forgotten tune

The world is teeming with unnecessary people
It's God's decision that I fight
As a knight of honour, as protector of the seal
I sacrifice myself to the blood of criminals

In the beginning, there was Jazz
Then came Bebop
After that came the birth of Rock 'n' Roll
Then came the birth of Soul
Oeh-oeh, you like good music

Now we've come to the ultimate shit
I am the original crowd motivator
Let there be, hardcore!