3 Inches Of Blood - Battles and Brotherhood

With battleaxes drawn we race across the sky Hunting down our enemies, we will see them die A juggernaut of steel carries us to the end Unleash a bloody massacre on that you can depend The way that we fight, with metal in our veins Confidence and fortitude to the final stroke True brothers stand together proud to make the kill We are always standing tall Each day we're getting stronger, our legions multiply We sound the cry of battle, it make us feel alive Trust that we are willing to take the posers down Leave them drawn and quartered, feed them to the hounds Forging steel Fight! Kill! Feast! Hail our comrades of metal Believe in our metal, believe in our steel No god will save you, only death is real The sharpness of our blades and fury in our eyes Time has come for your demise There will be bloodshed There will b death Vengeance is glorious The wrath of our blades The torture, the pain Onward to victory Conquer every region, invading like a swarm Killing through the day and feast until the dawn Do not interfere with us or you will feel the wrath We will keep on marching down our chosen metal path The way that we fight, with metal in our veins Confidence and fortitude to the final stroke True brothers stand together proud to make the kill We are always standing tall Attack!