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Gods of thunder, lightning, and rain |
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Lustful succubuses of death and pain |
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Are gathered tonight up in the steel sky |
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Down on the field of battle stand |
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Warriors draped in leather with iron swords in hand |
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Ready to sing their enemies their last lullabies |
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The sunlight disappears, only torchlights break the dark |
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Depressive silence broken only by hard pounding hearts |
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Mist falls down shrouding the field in mystery |
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After this night all false metallers will rest in peace |
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The metal horde raise their swords and hail |
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Iron, steel, metal |
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Iron, steel and metal |
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Sure of their coming victory, they swear on |
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Iron, steel, metal |
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Iron, steel and metal |
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The massive volume of their chanting, false ears bleed |
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It's nothing but a massacre when the titans clash with the weak |
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Trying to put us down cries out for revenge |
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The gods of metal will blow the wimps away |
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The metal horde raise their swords and hail |
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Iron, steel, metal |
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Iron, steel and metal |
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Sure of their coming victory, they swear on |
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Iron, steel, metal |
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Iron, steel and metal |
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The metal horde raise their swords and hail |
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Iron, steel, metal |
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Iron, steel and metal |
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Sure of their coming victory, they swear on |
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Iron, steel, metal |
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Iron, steel and metal |
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The metal horde raise their swords and hail |
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Iron, steel, metal |
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Iron, steel and metal |
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Sure of their coming victory, they swear on |
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Iron, steel, metal |
