They were hulking misshapen abominations with foot long curving claws.
They were skulking silent killers with drool, spittle toothy jaws.
In short, they were a sleepless night that would give any hero pause.

With predator cunning they stalked their prey.
Shmoozed with our shadows ’till the perfect waylay
The party got rockin’ twixt four walls and one door
While, outside, the frustrated jig danced and roared.

We fingered our axes with cold clammy hands
For the sudden death face off in the battle of bands
Acapella, we chanted strange lyrics arcane
meaning lost to the crowd ‘twas nonsense, mundane
An embarassing silence, a shuffling of feet
‘Till the quick witted among us picked up the beat
WHUMP! Timber thumped out on a strange looking weapon
BAM! Pisheo BAM! Dromar, a stacatto percussion
Fans stomping, hip hopping, we had their attention!

Over ear piercing shrieks, we played our hearts out
Our rivals were writhing and thrashing about
Galranwyn, Katrina belting incendiary lyrics
Had the crowd fired up, in convulsive hysterics
Victorex and Krom, a soul piercing refrain
While Ember gyrating, slam danced to pain
Extemprorizing, Staalin filled i the gaps
Spitting out a thick stream of captivating rap

Sweaty and sticky, we finished the set
They demanded an encore, “You aren’t finished yet!”
We beat a quick exit, kept on our toes
By souvenir hunters, clawing for momentos

A final brief struggle with die hard fan antics
Who begged for a taste, just a piece of our magic
Somehow we managed to keep them at bay
‘Till their gibbering faded and we were away

They were quivering oozing raw hunks of meat
Sprawled on the floor like beggars, deadbeats
Eternally reliving the pain of defeat.

Staalin Fars