Grand father, tell me a story!   All right, go and get your storybook   No, no, not one of those, a real story   A real story?   Yes! Tell me about when you were a boy   Well, then, I shall have to take you back with me   A long way in time      It was my thirteenth year on a cold winter's day   As I walked through the enchanted forest   I heard the sounds of horses and men at arms   I felt compelled to walk on and find the place of these sounds   And when the forest did clear I was standing on a hill   Before me there was a great plane   Atoned the armies of the world,standing, waiting   I thought to myself, for whom or for what are they waiting?      Suddenly a gust of wind come up from the north   There appeared a lone rider, holding a sword of steel   Then from the south came another, bearing a battle axe   From the east came a third, holding a spiked club   And finally, from the west a rider   Who wielded a great hammer of war, with them came their   Soldiers of death, followed by an army of immortals   They were few in number      But the look in their eyes told all who beheld them   That they would leave this day only in victory or death   And there was a great silence   My heart began to pound, storm clouds filled the sky with darkness   Rain came and four winds blew with such anger   That I held fast to a tree   I watched the four riders raise their weapons into the air   Without warning, screaming their war cry they led the attack      Down to the battle they rode   They met the armies of the world with a mighty clash   I could feel the groundshake, the earth drank much blood that day   Each of the four, was into himself a whirlwind of doom   When the smoke did clear, many thousands were dead   There was much blood and gore   Their bodies lay broken and scattered across the battle field   Like brown leaves blown by the wind      And I saw the four ride together to the top of the hill   While below them the soldiers of death assembled   All those who would now swear allegiance to them   And the four spoke the words of the warriors prayer   Gods of war I call you, my sword is by my side   I seek a life of honor free from all false pride   I will crack the whip with a bold mighty hail   Cover me with death if I should ever fail   Glory, majesty, unity, hail, hail,hail      And as I stood and looked on, I heard the armies of the world   Hail them without end, and their voices of victory   Carried long and far throughout the land      Well, That's it, did you like the story?   Yeah, it was great!   Oh, good, I'm glad, now off to bed with you   Grandfather?   Yes?   Who were those four men?   Who were they? They were the Metal Kings