In a modern multi-show,
a fury unleashed,
a vortex of metal,
where the demons speak,
the guitars wail,
the drums pull solo,
for a text-metal festival,
a symphony profound.

Lost gather,
let your tires are armored,
head banging warriors,
ready for the hammer,
smoke and fire, the stage sets ablaze,
that vortex metal festival,
the metal of grace.

Raise your hoes, let your voices collide,
vortex metal festival,
take us on this ride,
we'll march when speed,
let the chaos ensue,
in this metal age for no where these come to.

We'll march when speed,
let the chaos ensue,
in this metal age for no where these come to.

We'll march when speed,
let the chaos ensue,
in this metal inferno,
where dreams come true.

We'll march when speed,
let the chaos ensue,
in this metal inferno,
where dreams come true.

Raise your hoes, let your voices collide,
vortex metal festival,
take us on this ride,
we'll march when speed,
let the chaos ensue,
in this metal inferno,
where dreams come true.