We hold the seeds of metal
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And we scatter them around
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We'll eat you up - and spit you out
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Like a pack of wolves on the hunt
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We are the kings of madness
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We are the sons of evil
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Burning down every house
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We are the metal gladiators
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Unchain the beast and let it loose
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Come raise your hand and shout it out
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We want it now we want it loud
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'cause we are slaves to metal
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- locked into the taste of steel
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Slaves to metal
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- we'll march you to the beat
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We are slaves to metal
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- chained up to the sound
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Slaves to metal
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- we'll rock you to the ground - so evil
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Born to be the bloodhounds
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In the legions of the damned
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A million miles of madnesses
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On the battleground of screaming guitars
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Will you taste the sweat of metal
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Will you lick the open wounds
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It's the ultiment commandment
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Which will guarantee your doom
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Come raise your hand and shout it out
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We want it now we want it loud
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'cause we are slaves to metal
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- locked into the taste of steel
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Slaves to metal
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- we'll march you to the beat
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We are slaves to metal
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- chained up to the sound
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Slaves to metal
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- we'll rock you to the ground
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'cause we are slaves to metal
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- locked into the taste of steel
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Slaves to metal
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- we'll march you to the beat
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We are slaves to metal
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- chained up to the sound
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Slaves to metal
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- we'll rock you to the ground
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Slaves to metal
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Slaves To Metal
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