We die! But we die fighting We die! But we die fighting We die! We die fighting We die! We fight and die! We die fighting! We die fighting! Die!
weak Well, the place I love best is a sweet memory It's a new path that we trod They say low wages are a reality If we want to compete abroad My cruel
?¦ 1200 hoboes? We aren't vampires dressed like rock stars We build campfires and ride box-cars Town to town, we just write songs And plus we stay up
Sacred steel warriors to fight until the end our fate to feel the truth of steel while others just pretend we'll never stop to fight for truth metal
our swords bring victory Attack of rage pure steel can only win come feel the pain where metal reigns supreme true battle drink our blood in honour we
heal as we deliver sacred steel Head on steel commander lead us into the fight lead us into our destination victory and might We came to kill sacred steel
A HERO We are a sacred army, the troops of iron pride. We're here to kill deceivers, deceivers we will fight. BORN TO BE A HERO When we die in battle
the end we bring is soon Holy war Now face the storm, a holy war Holy We are fighting, fighting a holy war Holy war See us fly on winds of doom Holy
sword We mounted our horses Leaving on a sacred quest On our way to fight the holy war They attacked from different sides Hard pressed with numbers We
free In a world of steel and glass, we bury our past On and on, we slept till dawn, when we awoke, we hardly spoke My grandfather taught me how to fight
flaw is found within. Tested in the fires of time, the opposition cannot win. Stronger than steel and forged by God, for the battles we must fight. Waging
we will be Metal Defenders Fight, we will fight We will fight forevermore Fight, we will fight We will fight forevermore We will stand our ground, we are glory bound We
But never what we wanted We were only children How could you have been so stupid We went up to the steel walls That guard the sacred town We only whispered
apart - heads held high We love the feel of leather The coldness of the steel - hands held high We are the metal warriors Not seventh sons of whores - heads held high We
and weak Well, the place I love best is a sweet memory It's a new path that we trod They say low wages are a reality If we want to compete abroad My
even that cursed blade of adamantine black steel shall preserve thee! Die! [THE KING:] So, the final battle begins! Into the fray we ride! For the eternal
understanding passed between us... we knew we were here simply as sword-fodder, and we knew we would both fight these Roman dogs to the death! The first