| Song | High Speed Metal |
| Artist | Razor |
| Album | Malicious Intent |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Carlo | |
| Power and mayhem, the onslaught begins | |
| Fist rises up to the sound | |
| We tear up the stage with our violence and speed | |
| And bring the | |
| Iron Hammer down | |
| Deadly distortion caves in your head | |
| Frantic behavior begins | |
| We gather together to shed blood and sweat | |
| Wretches indulging in sins | |
| Destroy all who don't believe | |
| This high speed metal we conceive | |
| The metal is blasting, the underground meets | |
| Your parents don't care where you are | |
| The critics all laugh and call us the worst | |
| But heaviness brought us this far | |
| These bastards must burn for the trouble they cause | |
| Revenge must be sweet in our eyes | |
| A swing of the axe, we won't turn our backs 'til every last one of them dies |
| zuo qu : Carlo | |
| Power and mayhem, the onslaught begins | |
| Fist rises up to the sound | |
| We tear up the stage with our violence and speed | |
| And bring the | |
| Iron Hammer down | |
| Deadly distortion caves in your head | |
| Frantic behavior begins | |
| We gather together to shed blood and sweat | |
| Wretches indulging in sins | |
| Destroy all who don' t believe | |
| This high speed metal we conceive | |
| The metal is blasting, the underground meets | |
| Your parents don' t care where you are | |
| The critics all laugh and call us the worst | |
| But heaviness brought us this far | |
| These bastards must burn for the trouble they cause | |
| Revenge must be sweet in our eyes | |
| A swing of the axe, we won' t turn our backs ' til every last one of them dies |
| zuò qǔ : Carlo | |
| Power and mayhem, the onslaught begins | |
| Fist rises up to the sound | |
| We tear up the stage with our violence and speed | |
| And bring the | |
| Iron Hammer down | |
| Deadly distortion caves in your head | |
| Frantic behavior begins | |
| We gather together to shed blood and sweat | |
| Wretches indulging in sins | |
| Destroy all who don' t believe | |
| This high speed metal we conceive | |
| The metal is blasting, the underground meets | |
| Your parents don' t care where you are | |
| The critics all laugh and call us the worst | |
| But heaviness brought us this far | |
| These bastards must burn for the trouble they cause | |
| Revenge must be sweet in our eyes | |
| A swing of the axe, we won' t turn our backs ' til every last one of them dies |