Decades ago, a time now long gone Death metal had its pure form So easy then amongst global friends A bold scene never to conform Changes set in, pollution begins Despicable developments The duty to return and make all traitors burn On to your knees and repent Deathhammer Vocals so poor, like frogs in a moor Guitars like clouds of fruit flies Where's the bass sound, drums hat don't pound Hear how our iron church cries They don't give a fuck, just collecting bucks Acting like statues on stage Our final call to all those false We summon thou bastards to rage Deathhammer Writing the pages, lasting for ages Restore purity that once was Deathhammer bloodstained, death will die again This is our doctrine and cause Chapters demanding, episodes ending Deliverin the death metal bill The years of the leech, finished as we preach If ou won't face death wel will Deathhammer