I watch as you thrash your heads

Bowing to a god called metal

I hear your excited cries your shouts as if he is speaking within you

The army approaches the battle site

Sound versus auricle

The group is surrounded by walls that embrace

The tumultuous harmony and then fend it off

Into enchanted throng

Waves of hair it crashes

Onto a grindingshore

Valour

We all fear the day a time we hope will be years away

Inspection of reflection

Recession of hair assaults vision

A balding crown

It meets your eye

Screams ring out as you face the sky

Only those

Who did choose

To grow their locks

Have this maniacal type trepidation

And when not meeting to receive the aural abuse

Worship does not end

Each devotee has his own eclectic bible

Some with more volumes than the next

Many have similar source of inspiration

Although there are naught that are identical

Any of those outside the brotherhood shalt not

Understand our ways and we should not expect this

Not until the day when darkness and light are truly one

This is not bad for we do not need them

Our

Will

Is

Our own

We are already in a situation that's inflamed

Mainstream censors

F**k you megalomaniacs we can thrive without you

We may not have your money or your health

But we are free from greed

Our intrinsic sociology

We don't need your money or input

There are many half breeds who are not enlightened

Those who understand but do not love

Those who see

Understand

But do not feel

We accept them

And in many cases support those of half light

But they shall never visit out inner sanctum

This shall be kept so precious

Such is the disturbing delight

Giving us light when its dark

Helping us to find where our misgivings lie

Giving us dreams and support

Source of oneiric omniscience

Helping us challenge each plight

Selecting and directing our precipitous lives

I suffer adrenaline crimes

Its metal that makes me so high

I scream as I thrash my head

Bowing to me god

So

Honour metals pride