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An infernal call through the night

And the glorious masters of metal unite

On the streets, tortured by thirst

The clock strikes twelve, they are ready to burst

Lock up your wife!!!

Gonna end your fancy thrive...

When you hear a hateful yell

They're gonna bring you hell

The hellhounds rush...

...through the depths of the night

By the crack of thunder

Beer Hammers strike!!!

Beer Hammers!

Aiming for the battered cellar bar

With your cheapest booze you shall fill up the jar

The meanest, the devil's right hand

If the sun goes up, let darkness descend

Don't dare to start a fight

You won't survive that fateful night!!

If you get the hammers pissed

You're gonna feel their fists