Hemi

(Guttural roar, distorted guitar feedback, pounding drums)

Vocal: "In the shadow of the mosque, the forge awakens... steel screams..."

From the dust of Maut, where the sun bleeds red,

Seventy acres of nightmares, where the beasts are bred.

Four-wheel drive demons, with a modified soul,

Hemi Center's hammer, making broken things whole.

Hemi Center! Crush the weak!

Engine's roar, the faithful speak!

Visit the new ground, where the dark resides,

Hemi Center! In the steel, we hide!

Nine years of shadows, partners in the grind,

Instagram's glow, Telegram's bind.

01114088892, a number in the night,

01142095038, for those who seek the fight.

Welders spark like cursed stars, in this cathedral of rust,

Transforming metal, in the dark we trust.

But every modification, a piece of you sold,

For power that's hungry, and a story untold.

(Fading heavy riff, cymbal crash)

Vocal: "At seventy acres... before the mosque... Hemi Center forever..."

(Guitar feedback sustains, then cuts)