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f*ck off, what do you want? Like a fistfull of metal we hunt
We’re the bastards of your dreams – A mean machine, we always come clean
A mean pack of sinners, no saints – Sons of Satan and black is our paint
Warriors of Sodom, metalheads unite – We are the ratpack, won’t back for a fight
So sound asleep you wish you were not on your own
We’re the devil in a black dress, now look at the seeds we’ve sown
f*ck you and your holy crew, like if we would care or stay
We don’t want your bullshit here and we never cared anyway