This land does not have laws
This land does not have rules
Therefore is in the land
In the land of the metal
This land is an area...
The goodness is missing
Citizens are rockeiros
And only want to hear metal
The drum is the heart,
The bass the veins,
The guitar's arms
The voice and the face
In the land of the metal the melody is slow
Guitarists if they place freight
More the loved sound of the world
Of the stock exchange operators who start to touch
The metal is all
In this land metal reign
This cursed earth metal
The metal never end
Barbarity in the metal
This land is ours and
Of plus nobody
Who it orders is everybody
