Once upon a time, in the near England, Young people who pushed music to its extreme limits. They gathered to create their sounds The most famous from them are known by you.
It was after that their vibrations Have been immortalized that I began to exist. My spirit spreads over the world, delivering A macabre or satirical vision of your universe...
Tolerance, openmindedness or fanatical fundamentalism Or a clever mix of both
I'm presenting you ideas that I convey And as for the sounds, listen to the following...
Come to me Energy, source of everything I feel it growing in me And with it, Speed and Brutality Here is the Holy Trinity
Grind God (x2)
From here results my power A sonorous storm An instinctual flood The Apocalypse at each note
The voice has to be bestial or completely crazy From the lowest to the highest tones It is the Voice of the Speaking God There is no Holy Books but Holy Sounds
To worship Me, all my Followers gather Around a few bands celebrating me And here comes Madness, Sweat, Energy