Tekster: Strapping Young Lad. Far Beyond Metal.

King Rau, BEAT ALL,
Fucking...STRENGTH!

King Rau, BEAT ALL,
Fucking...STRENGTH!

Know that the music industry's ill,
and we're the fucking antidote,
One line and you're out of control,
Yeah, you fucking suck!
HEY!

King Rau, BEAT ALL,
Fucking...STRENGTH!

King Rau, BEAT ALL,
Fucking...STRENGTH!

Oh, you ironic pop-rock fuck!
Don't you fuck with metal!
One line and you're out of control,
Yeah we fucking own you

King Rau, BEAT ALL,
Fucking...STRENGTH!

King Rau, BEAT ALL,
Fucking...STRENGTH!

Can't wait to feel it again,

And I need to feel home,
When I was somebody else,
Well I was just a boy...
METAL!

Ladies and gentlemen: The maggot master!

(Oderus)
Now in the hall of the necro lord,
Flash of fear when he sees my sword,
Raped his women, smoked his bone,
Leave a booger underneath his throne!

King Rau, BEAT OFF!
Fucking...WANK!

King Rau, BEAT OFF!
Fucking...WANK!

Can't wait to feel it again,
And I need to feel home,
When I was somebody else,
Well I was just a boy...
METAL!