Prophets Of Metal

With a sound throughout the night
Like a train of steaming horses
In a storm of wind and fire
Comes the prophets and the forces

Just a few men left to go, and then we'll let the whole world know
We are the prophets of true metal, and we will never die

Change religion or you die
Your religious make-up is a lie
If you believe in what is good
Metal always tells the 

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