Soldiers Remastered

Our hair is sorted out, washed, mounted and a Hope for eyes. Our clothes are torn to pieces, Messy, full of pains. We were like the chained and leather, conflict wells And pentagrams. Our souls belong to Satan, Master of our fate. Pass through haze against the stage and dive in The thrashing crowds. We mosh! We are most, we are aliens, we are proud. Heavy is our music, fast and loud. We came there to console the backstage beers we Play. After all the black caffeine we're even thrown Away. A boulder in the back row got a bang Instead. Some girls said we're on fire, Killing spirit dead. We appear without connect codes, we're possessed by Sodomy. We curse the gods, we broke the heat Before our craze and sodomy. We set the highest value on the biblical ability. We are strong in our faith, tore the mask For anything. Pass through haze against the stage, Dive in the thrashing crowds. We mosh! We are most, we are aliens, we are proud. Heavy is our music, fast and loud. Yeah!