When gnarly punk, pure metal and the swagger of hard rock meet, it can only mean one thing: the unholy rebirth of Helhorse! The Danes love to rock out with riffs heavier than Godzilla`s balls. Be part of one of the loudest, dirtiest and also most melodic riff fests of the year!
There’s a sound of thunder, ominous in its frowns.
Bloodshot resolutions, while the fool wears the crown.
We are the falling, a voice that keeps on calling our name.
The ground keeps on burning and we are still marking our end!
Avalanche got me, on my knees.
Burning eyes calls our, travesty.
Something’s gotta give, someone’s gotta pay now.
My avalanche got me.
On my knees.
I saw the revolution, televised for the dead.
Blood spits from the voices, of hopeless dept.
Summon the fire, let love take you higher, a burning desire, but shit has gotta go.
A one horse solution, but everyone's choosing the mule.
(Yet again)
Avalanche got me, on my knees.
Burning eyes calls our, travesty.
Something’s gotta give, someone’s gotta pay now.
My avalanche got me.
On my knees.
I feel the fire - You feed the flames - Perpetual rage feeds desire - I feel the fire.
