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
 [bad word] raise your hands 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
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 [bad word] 
Which will never guarantee your doom
 [bad word] raise your hands 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