| 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 Metal
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| 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 Metal
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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 Metal
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| Never surrender
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| Defenders of Metal
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| Fighte for their realm |