| Song | Silver Back |
| Artist | High on Fire |
| Album | Blessed Black Wings |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Drive the fist into your face | |
| and blacken your eye | |
| Unearthly sounds rumble guts | |
| and stomp your insides | |
| Riffs have come, your fate is sung, | |
| don't even try | |
| Blacks the set, kills all the rest, | |
| the slay masters fly | |
| Enter in the battle ground, | |
| you've come to my time | |
| Black arena, till the death, | |
| a game we play blind | |
| You've stepped your bounds, beg for life, | |
| if we'd be so kind | |
| Drive the fist into your face | |
| and blacken your eyes |