The crowd inside the stadium Is staring at the darkened stage Like believers in the inner sanctum Like vultures in an iron cage ♪ Hyped-up glands are spreading pheromones The hint of underlaying aggression The collective minds of 16 thousand Now prepared for a totally psychic excess! (And the band begins to play) They are here to raise some hell To wake the dead They are here to raise some hell With the help of the collective minds Gone mad The video-screen shows hypnotic scenes Like fragments of distorted dreams Reaching for the deepest spheres of mind Where only evil one can find ♪ Screaming guitar singing your secret messages Creeping deep inside your brain Critical mass in its final devastation Blood of the demon running through your brain! (The guitar is raging on) They are here to raise some hell To wake the dead They are here to raise some hell With the help of the collective minds Gone mad ♪ While the band is playing on The brutal riot begins Now all that was sane is gone And darkness fills our hearts They are here to raise some hell To wake the dead They are here to raise some hell With the help of the collective minds Gone mad