Texty: Anvil. Metal On Metal. Mothra.

In a small town outside of destiny
The legend lives on yet it lives free
That night the mountains glowed with fiery rage
From the darkness of hell out she came

Comin' to get you!! You can't escape
You're gonna die, you wonder why??!!

Might wings beat out thunderous gusts of wind
Megatron eyes explode in the skies, it begins!
Talons like razors are shredding your bones to pieces
Is this a dream or is God's telling you it's over?

Mothra, Mothra,