to be When the day is gone The metal show is going on It takes your breath away Can't you see the only way Together we are like a sword made of steel
Übersetzung: Wut. Sword Made Of Steel.
of thinking And my heart is flared up with rage Arouse my fighting spirit Become lethargic in the mist of times Soon like the waves Breaking themselves, The swords
violet shine blind forensics I inspect you, through the future see millenium Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel
the rights of the holy Crown We will bring Death and face every foe! The kingdom is calling your hearts made of pure Steel So carry on, point up your swords
for distant shores, In the lap of the shining sea. They made anchor, on foreign ground. For kingdoms of gold they seek. Hail the King, the battle rages
violet shine blind forensics I inspect you, through the future see millennium Killa B's sold fifty gold, sixty platinum Shacklin' the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel
you see them? armour made of dream wrath is my untiring steed humilation is my arm we shall bloody our fists on these clouds made of steel but we fail
Who Made The Tale Come True Cremate Them On Their Own Fires Judge Them To Fall From This Earth Under The Weight Of Our Steel Let The Altar Crumble By
stand and deliver fight and never die reign on forever you who brought us steel blessed us with metal forever blessed be the angel of battle On wings made of steel
our rights to live This is our golden crusade of light We have to fight to survive Holy War [Solo] We'll engage your blindind rage And we'll fight
the power and the glory Enter the battle, our will to enchain Bringing us forward, defeating the pain Into the meeting with swords made of steel We're
Enter the battle, our will to enchain Bringing us forward, defeating to enchainBringing us forward, defeating the pain Into the meeting with swords made of steel
what she wants, no less [DEADLY GRASP] Day after day Her courage and strenght getting stronger. Training so hard Have made her become a fierce warrior Armored with steel Her sword
by side The legend tells about the templars, The mighty men, who walk in the shadows There's blood on their blades, swords made of steel Guardians
by the combatants, isolated skirmishes raging upon the ramparts, men blade to blade and clarions bellowing embattled defiance. For seemingly innumerable hours the sanguineous battle raged
