There is no calm before the storm
Exited voices, drunken shouts, people chanting, HAUNTED! HAUNTED!
The scene is set, the crew is gone, the band comes on, it's time to ROCK!

The singer greet us, we respond
Roars of worship meet his word
An opening chord,
And all hell breaks loose!

The moshing starts, spreads like the plague
Flailing arms, banging heads, you fall down, get dragged back up
The room is like a storming sea
As the band screams blessed heresy!

Fighting forwards, towards the fence, a spiked arm brush against my face.
Falling backwards, fighting on, as thunder crash against my ears.
A hand on the amp, I’m finally there, frontline soldiers, in your face!
The band are our priests, our gods for one night, together we celebrate our bodies, our minds and souls!

Last song, the crowd is thicker, the fighting gets fiercer, onwards! ONWARDS!
Holding on, standing firm, the song reaches climax, and then it ends…
Staggering out, a grin on my face, my ears are ringing, I’m about to fall down
Almost falling against the bar, a hoarse throat croaks,
"Hey, you there, water, please…"

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