| Thunder racing through our veins
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| One breath provokes a storm
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| Lightning floods the iron chains
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| Our limbs start to deform
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| Voltage boils our blood in seconds
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| Let us now nourish on its sting
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| Feast on its sting
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| We face the heat and fight the storm
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| Raging in our head
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| We walk this road and won't step back
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| Till we're among the dead
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| Flex – muscles tight
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| Made of steel
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| Flesh delight
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| We are born, out of storm and thunder
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| Raised, tear the world asunder
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| Send, in the darkest hour
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| Pumping iron power
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| We put our hand on iron bars
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| And lift them to the sky
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| We scream out loud
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| And fight the weights
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| Adrenaline makes us fly
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| While we watch our muscles growing
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| They grow larger than they should
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| Than muscles should
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| We face the
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| Heat and fight the storm
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| Raging in our head
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| We walk this road and won't step back
|
| Till we're among the dead
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| Flex – muscles tight
|
| Made of steel
|
| Flesh delight
|
| We are born, out of storm and thunder
|
| Raised, tear the world asunder
|
| Send, in the darkest hour
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| Pumping iron power
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| Push - You're a war machine
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| Sweat - The world has never seen
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| Pain - Is your destiny
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| Scorn - Lasts eternally
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| Flex – muscles tight
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| Made of steel
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| Flesh delight
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| We are born, out of storm and thunder
|
| Raised, tear the world asunder
|
| Send, in the darkest hour
|
| Pumping iron power
|
| Flex – muscles tight
|
| Made of steel
|
| Flesh delight
|
| We are born, out of storm and thunder
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| Raised, tear the world asunder
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| Send, in the darkest hour
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| By the hands of power |