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A longe time ago when we were borne |
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The gods had return'd in the nighte |
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They built up a fire of thunder and nighte |
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And raised their swordes to the skye |
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They swore to create proud warriors |
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Defending their kyngdome of steele |
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Metalians were borne to fighte for their realm |
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Saving the faithe we all feele |
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And more than hundred thousand warriors |
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Armed with leather, chains and spikes |
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An army of brave men standes to strike |
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Proude and stronge |
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Defenders of |
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Metal The winde of the false ones invaded our landes |
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Trying to burne our faithe |
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The enemy tries to break our backs |
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They rape our steele and betraye |
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No brotherbeliefe, no steele in the veins |
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Borne to kneele and die |
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The time hath come to burne in hell |
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Metal is stronger than lies |
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And more than hundred thousande warriors |
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Armed with leather, chains and spikes |
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An army of brave men stands to strike |
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Proude and stronge |
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Defenders of |
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Metal [Solo: Lars/both/both/Lars/both/both/both/Scott] |
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And more than hundred thousande warriors |
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Armed with leather, chains and spikes |
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An army of brave men stands to strike |
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Proude and stronge |
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Defenders of |
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Metal Never surrender |
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Defenders of |
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Metal Fighte for their realm |
