[Verse 1: Johannes Eckerström, Lzzy Hale & both]
How hard can it be (How hard can it be)
After almost a century (It's almost a century)
For you bastards to agree (You bastards to agree)
That no one gets to be a fucking fascist?
Run from the pain, make your escape
Over mountains of bodies
Towering madness
The hammer commands us to strike
[Pre-Chorus: Johannes Eckerström & both]
Strike (Strike, strike, strike)
Strike (Strike, strike, strike)
Yet another firm believer in that victory is obtained by whoever inflicts the most harm
[Chorus: Johannes Eckerström & Lzzy Hale]
Violence no matter what
Violence no matter what
Violence no matter what
Violence no matter what
[Verse 2: Johannes Eckerström & Lzzy Hale]
Fight 'til the end, praising the name
Of the master deceiver
The nation can cure her
The hammer commands us to strike
[Bridge: Johannes Eckerström]
Strike
[Chorus: Johannes Eckerström & Lzzy Hale]
Violence no matter what
Violence no matter what
Violence no matter what
Violence no matter what, no matter what
[Guitar Solo]
[Pre-Chorus: Lzzy Hale & both]
Strike (Strike, strike, strike)
Strike (Strike, strike, strike)
Yet another strong proponent of an ideology dependent on a promised return to former glory
[Chorus: Johannes Eckerström & Lzzy Hale]
Violence no matter what
Violence no matter what
Violence no matter what (Yeah)
Violence no matter what
Violence no matter what (No matter what)
Violence no matter what (No matter what)
Violence no matter what (No matter what)
Violence no matter what
[Outro: Johannes Eckerström & Lzzy Hale]
Violence no matter what
Violence no matter what
Violence no matter what
Violence no matter what
Violence no matter what
Violence no matter what
Violence no matter what
Violence no matter what
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