Children Of Bodom - Iron, Steel, Metal (Wizzard)

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