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We hold the seeds of metal
And we scatter them around
We'll eat you up - and spit you out
Like a pack of wolves on the hunt

We are the kings of madness

We are the sons of evil
Burning down every house
We are the metal gladiators
Unchain the beast and let it loose

Come raise your hand and shout it out
We want it now we want it loud

'cause we are slaves to metal
- locked into the taste of steel
Slaves to metal
- we'll march you to the beat
We are slaves to metal
- chained up to the sound
Slaves to metal
- we'll rock you to the ground - so evil

Born to be the bloodhounds
In the legions of the damned
A million miles of madnesses
On the battleground of screaming guitars

Will you taste the sweat of metal
Will you lick the open wounds
It's the ultiment commandment
Which will guarantee your doom

Come raise your hand and shout it out
We want it now we want it loud

'cause we are slaves to metal
- locked into the taste of steel
Slaves to metal
- we'll march you to the beat
We are slaves to metal
- chained up to the sound
Slaves to metal
- we'll rock you to the ground

'cause we are slaves to metal
- locked into the taste of steel
Slaves to metal
- we'll march you to the beat
We are slaves to metal
- chained up to the sound
Slaves to metal
- we'll rock you to the ground

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