Children Of Bodom - Iron, Steel, Metal (Wizzard)

Gods of thunder, lightning, and rain
 Lustful succubuses of death and pain
 Are gathered tonight up in the steel sky
 Down on the field of battle stand
 Warriors draped in leather with iron swords in hand
 Ready to sing their enemies their last lullabies
 The sunlight disappears, only torchlights break the dark
 Depressive silence broken only by hard pounding hearts
 Mist falls down shrouding the field in mystery
 After this night all false metallers will rest in peace

 The metal horde raise their swords and hail
 Iron, steel, metal
 Iron, steel and metal
 Sure of their coming victory, they swear on
 Iron, steel, metal
 Iron, steel and metal

 The massive volume of their chanting, false ears bleed
 It's nothing but a massacre when the titans clash with the weak
 Trying to put us down cries out for revenge
 The gods of metal will blow the wimps away

 The metal horde raise their swords and hail
 Iron, steel, metal
 Iron, steel and metal
 Sure of their coming victory, they swear on
 Iron, steel, metal
 Iron, steel and metal

 The metal horde raise their swords and hail
 Iron, steel, metal
 Iron, steel and metal
 Sure of their coming victory, they swear on
 Iron, steel, metal
 Iron, steel and metal
 The metal horde raise their swords and hail
 Iron, steel, metal
 Iron, steel and metal
 Sure of their coming victory, they swear on
 Iron, steel, metal