[Live Intro — 150 BPM; full-band cold open; feedback snaps into the sword-draw signature riff; razor pick slide, twin-guitar climb, dirty bass, tom barrage; roaring Forum crowd] [High-pitched gritty nasal male rock tenor — shouting over hammering band] LOS ANGELES! [Frontman] When I say BOW— you say TO NONE! BOW! [Crowd — full-venue unison] TO NONE! [Frontman] BOW! [Crowd] TO NONE! [Frontman — upper-register scream] DRAW THE BLADE! [Full-Band Slam — frontman and crowd] MOLTEN THUNDER! [Verse 1 — same high gritty tenor; continuous rhythm guitar, bass and hard-driving drums] Six-string at my hip, I draw it on the one. One scrape down the neck and the whole damn room comes up. Black axe rides the low end, shakes the bolts beneath the seats. I open up this iron throat— the kick comes through your feet. [Pre-Chorus — same high tenor; signature riff answers each line] No master gives the order. No hand turns down the dial. If anybody says turn down— L.A., show ’em how! [Crowd] LOUDER! [Frontman] I SAID— [Crowd] LOUDER! [Snare Fill and Pick Scrape — full band launches Chorus] [Chorus — same high tenor; Forum crowd owns the final hooks] We bow to none! Nobody owns this sound. Nobody tells us when to shut it down. Six strings split the night. Black bass shakes the ground. Iron throat wide open. War drums hammer down. Sound is the blade. We make our own road. We are metal— we answer to no one. [Crowd — full-venue unison] MOLTEN THUNDER! BOW TO NONE! [Frontman] LET IT HIT! [Signature Riff Break — twin guitars trade the sword-draw motif; dirty bass climbs; arena tom run drives into Verse 2] [Verse 2 — same high gritty tenor; guitar fills attack the gaps] House lights gone. Red lamps on the stacks. Top row on its feet, throwing both fists back. Bass rolls through the concrete. Snare cracks off the wall. Twin guitars cross blades, and the Forum screams for more. [Pre-Chorus — same high tenor; drums and guitars keep charging] Raise the blade! Shake the floor! Open your throat! Give me more! [Crowd] LOUDER! LOUDER! [Frontman] ONE MORE TIME! [Crowd] LOUDER! LOUDER! [Chorus — same high tenor; larger Forum response] We bow to none! Nobody owns this sound. Nobody tells us when to shut it down. Six strings split the night. Black bass shakes the ground. Iron throat wide open. War drums hammer down. Sound is the blade. We make our own road. We are metal— we answer to no one. [Crowd — full-venue unison] MOLTEN THUNDER! BOW TO NONE! [Crowd Work — continuous hard-driving riff vamp; drums and bass pound beneath every line] [Frontman] THE FORUM! Four men on this stage— one blade when we hit. YOU WITH US? [Crowd] HELL YEAH! [Frontman] Then take it! BOW! [Crowd] TO NONE! [Frontman] BOW! [Crowd] TO NONE! [Guitar Solo — razor pick slide into high-register pentatonic shred; rapid alternate picking, wide bends, pinch harmonics and twin-guitar harmony; double-kick and tom barrage drive into Breakdown] [Breakdown — half-time stomp at full 150 BPM drive; continuous power chords, bass and arena drums] No throne. No banner. No name on the door. Never needed a master— just one amplifier more. Four men on the stage. One blade when we strike. We choose our own road every goddamn night. [Frontman] BOW TO NONE! [Crowd] BOW TO NONE! [Guitar-and-Drum Duel — lead guitar fires short phrases; drums answer with kick, snare and tom barrages; twin guitars lock into the signature riff] [Verse 3 — same high gritty tenor; full band surges] Steel runs hot. Feedback fills the room. House lights are waiting. We’re nowhere near through. Somebody at stage left keeps pointing at the time. L.A., if they want us gone, they can get in line. [Final Pre-Chorus — same high tenor; each command gets a band hit] Guitar—DRAW THE BLADE! Bass—SHAKE THE EARTH! I’LL SPIT THE FIRE! Drummer—CALL THE THUNDER! LOS ANGELES—MAKE IT LOUD! [Crowd] BOW TO NONE! [Final Chorus — same high tenor at full scream; Forum crowd takes the hooks] We bow to none! Nobody owns this sound. Nobody tells us when to shut it down. Six strings split the night. Black bass shakes the ground. Iron throat wide open. War drums hammer down. Sound is the blade! We make our own road! We are metal— we answer to no one! [Crowd — full-venue unison] MOLTEN THUNDER! BOW TO NONE! [Final Lift — twin guitars climb; drums hammer; frontman and crowd trade at full volume] [Frontman] SOUND IS THE BLADE! [Crowd] BOW TO NONE! [Frontman] WE MAKE OUR OWN ROAD! [Crowd] BOW TO NONE! [Frontman — sustained high scream] MOLTEN THUNDER! [Crowd] BOW TO NONE! [Set-to-Set Segue — final E power chord sustains; drums keep pounding at 150 BPM; guitar feedback curls into the next pickup riff; Forum roar keeps rising] [Frontman] L.A.— WHO SAYS WHEN WE’RE DONE? [Crowd] WE DO! [Frontman] THEN LET ’EM HEAR YOU! [Crowd — foreground chant carries into the next song] RIOT! RIOT! RIOT! RIOT!
