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