Out of the tracks
Out of sight
Blades in my back
Denial
Small circle
Small steps
No Mistake
No fucking rest
Erase my name
Motherfucker just do it
Big hands on the chain
The blackest grease in the jugular vein
The path is clear
And im going through it on my own
Elephant skin
No spark 's gonna light this shit at all
Blacksmith of a thousand coffin nails
I'll put you in the ground
My will prevails
I’ve said this once
And I’ll say it again
Everything I’ve earned I’ve earned by these two fucking hands
No one can stop me now
Not even you, no way no how
Big hands on the chain
The blackest grease in the jugular vein
Blacksmith of a thousand coffin nails
fuckin' hell, my will fucking prevails
supported by 9 fans who also own “The Chain (ft. Bobby VOH)”
The low growl that punctuates the middle of “Darkside” perfectly encapsulates what this band does so well. They make you want to mosh, constantly. HaroldAllnut