The Nonconformists

Nightmare drums pound the way
The terror is intact
Sadistic bass breaks your spine
Beaten and petrified
Six strings of magick spells
Corrupts your soul
Shrieking voice fro hell
Tells you the truth

Against all odds, against the masses
We are the nonconformists

Like a tank rolling on a battlefield
We cannot be stopped
We spit your futile attempts
To disgrace us
This is alpha-male domination
Bow down your head
Your true masters have arrived
We are here to kill

Against all odds, against the masses
We are the nonconformists

We are from Finland, you can fuck off!
We are from Finland, go get fucked!
Suomi vitun Finland, Finland vitun perkele!
Suomi vitun Finland, Finland vitun perkele!