Stand up, break out, feel the energy flow,
In the heart of the crowd, where the wild spirits glow.
Feet stomp, hands high, let the chaos unfold,
We’re thrashing through the night, we won’t do what we’re told.
All around, I hear the battle cry,
With every pounding beat, we're touching the sky.
A symphony of rebels, we won’t be subdued,
With every anguished shout, we can’t help but be rude.
From the asphalt to the stage, we bring our love loud,
United in the chaos, we’re a thrashing crowd.
No silence in our hearts, just the fire inside,
Feel the spirit come alive as the world collides.
So raise your fists and let your worries go,
Life’s too short for whispers, let the anthems grow.
We’ll break the chains of doubt, we’ll smash through the walls,
As the heartbeat of the youth in the neon halls.
With every clash and every roar, we stand side by side,
In the anthem of the night, we can never hide.
Punk's not just a sound; it’s the fight that we share,
For the spirit of the thrash, we’ll always be there.
Together we will rise, a storm that won’t relent,
With a passion that ignites, our voices echo bent.
Let the world hear us shout, feel our spirit take hold,
In the depth of the night, we’ll be brave and we’ll be bold.
So as the lights dim low, and the night fades to gray,
We’ll remember the thunder of each glorious day.
In the heart of the crowd, where the thrasher’s heart soars,
We’ll live loud, we’ll live free, let’s forever raise the roar.
Punk
Crowd, Thrash, Spirit, Roar, Loud