Malon

Raid, raid, raid, diabolic raid
Climbs the mountains, swims in the rivers, screams in the night, enters the desert
Disintegrates in the sun, calms its thirst with you, sleeps in the earth that feeds it
They are a faithless tribe, bloodthirsty
They won't hesitate to get you out of the way, they'll trample you like an angry ox
You better run, get out of their pasture
They like moshing, they like rolling around among the people they gather
I like moshing, I like rolling around among the people they gather
Raid, raid, raid, diabolic raid...