Dethklok

Rising with angst from the depths of Hell.
With gruesome looks and most putrid smell.
They walk to the beat of a double-bass drum.
With festering wounds from the guitars they strum.
Sent to spread havok by the most evil Devil.
In the form of bone crushing, brutal Death Metal.
The music begins and your skin starts to peel.
Ripping and burning till' you no longer feel.
As your head explodes they strike a grin.
The breakdown starts and sucks you in.
You now are a robot to the Devils machine.
You can be evil, or dead, there's no in-between.
You fall to your knees, they cannot be stopped!
HAIL! The all powerful, immortal, DETHKLOK.