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of our breed.
We are the myth of our age, serve many generations.
We are the chosen!
We are the chosen to release their deepest anger.

In a world were humanity is plunged suburbarism,
and is implying that type of history.
we have the desire to progress to highest state of development.

We are the originators!The pioniers!
Against all rules! All values! All morals!
We are: The Chosen!

For All You Motherfuckers Not Able 2 Defend
Lead Your Fucking Bodies
You're Under My Command
Feel The Rising Anger
My Fury Is At Hand
I'll Send You My Crusaders
In Battle 2 The End

We're about to rock through the speakers, we get nothing but respect.
and hold weird devotion, the grudge of our track.
For every day I live, through the force throughout your back
We're darkening, producing, a boom-bass kicking track.

Breaking down the system, that shall not cross my head
An essay of resistance, will result in sudden death.
We impose a new sensation, or we will kindly ask,
is your full anticipation on this boom-bass kicking track?

No one can compete with the boys from the hood
Giving you the thrills like a real DJ should
They can take a step back cause we're coming with the goods
Bringing you the finest of the Hardcore Traxx

For way too long we been holding ourselves kept up in clouds of mystery, dark cave and dungeons, swamps, different places that can't hold the light of day.
To the law! Movement! Hardcore is our gospel and from here on we will rise, we will dominate this planet for all eternity!

Hardcore will dominate!