Okay, okay now. All you thrash mongers, your attention please: "Strap your boots on tight/ set your armor secure/ hold your shield to fight/ grasp your sword without fear/ let your anger heat up, 'cause the battle is near/ Satan is the disease/ and we're the cure." ("Behind Enemy Lines"). Heirborne's Nyk Edinger screams, "Your friends said they'd stick with you through thick & thin/ they smiled as they watched you commit your deadly sins/ 'Eternal hell's a fable'/ that's what they said/ where are they now, as you burn in...HELL?" ("Morbid Reality"). Hard-lined? Maybe a little hardcore? Naahh! Although production quality is a little lacking, these guys are definitely staking out their claims in the world of screaming hardcore thrash. Kinda reminds you of old Saint. Get a copy for you and one for that metal maniac who needs to know the fear of the Lord. (And for you John Rambo warriors, make sure you don't take off without your angels.)
