Furies from Betrayal by Necropanther

Amidst the pitch black of the night,
Tunnel gloomy rattles deep.
Swarming through the mouth they fly,
Wraiths of the keep.

Ghoulish faces catch the light,
Death-like, painted, grisly palls.
Bats of malice drug behind.
Demons scowl.

Furies in their jerseys,
Ever thrashing in the night.
Eyeblack turns to nightmares,
Chasing, spoiling for a fight.
Fearless, batter, shatter, tear,
Ten against their five.
Riverside will be your end;
You’ll never leave alive.

Silently,
Violently.

Scar the flesh and crush the bone.
Melee roars with din and screams.
Warring for the kingdom’s throne:
Adversary.

When the game is done with you,
Trade the clubhouse for the train.
Paint your face to hide your name.
Swing for due.

Never was a starter,
Never got the game to pay.
Nothing but the surgeon’s scar,
The night turns to day.
No more time for running,
Warlings stop to make their fight.
Clashing for the fallen one to
Dominate the night.

The strength to hold the bat,
The right to wear the cleats.
Broadway will stomp them flat
Down at 96th street.

Our will to hold them back
And to reclaim our ground.
Bold face frontal attack
Brutally beat them down.

[Solo: Anop]
[Solo: Johnson]

Fight on for the morning star
To break bonds of helotry.
Glorious rebellion,
Never to cede.

Striding over foes we’ve felled.
Breathing fire, won with might.
Salvaging the bats that they held,
Gripping our right.

Endless scrum
For freedom,
Claim this dark
Dominion.

The strength to hold the bat,
The right to wear the cleats.
Questing throughout the black,
Honor bound, no retreat.

Our will to claim our ground,
Our patch of strength unfurled.
Now soberly drive down
Into the underworld.

• Blackened Thrash Metal
• Death Metal
• Metal
• Thrash Metal
• black metal
• melodic death metal
• Denver