Exarcheia, Athens, June 2014
Now the air on the stage is burning our lungs
and we're all going deaf from the beating drums
and you can't see a thing for all the blood and the sweat in our eyes
Well we played till we died and now we're all dead
but the man says we gotta get up there again
and you can't come down till the brimstone turns to ice
~ Graveyard Train, "Ballad for Beelzebub"
