The crowd inside the stadium

Is staring at the darkened stage

Like believers in the inner sanctum

Like vultures in an iron cage



Hyped-up glands are spreading pheromones

The hint of underlaying aggression

The collective minds of sixteen thousand

Now prepared for a total psychic excess

And the band begins to play



They are here to raise some hell

To wake the dead

They are here to raise some hell

With the help of a collective mind

Gone mad



The video-screen shows hypnotic scenes

Like fragments of distorted dreams

Reaching for the deepest spheres of mind

Where only evil one can find



The music is a sequence of hidden information

Plugged inside your cerebrum

Critical mass in its final devastation

They will evoke the demon wth their pounding drums



And the guitar is raging on



While the band is playing on

The brutal riot begins

Now all that was sane is gone

And darkness fills our hearts