Как обычно, печаль, зато музыка...

[Kid]
Grandfather, tell me a story

[Grandfather]
Well, then.
I was standing on a hill, with a crown of steel
Before me, the armies of world
Waiting

[Army]
They can't stop us, let them try
For heavy metal we will die

[Grandfather]
And a talk to myself
What a wonderful world

Suddenly, a gust of wind came up from the north
There appeared a lone tricycler, holding a happy meal

Then, from the south came another
Bearing the battle [bad word] 
From the east, came a third
Holding a baby-doll

Finally, from the west a nanorider
Wield a great tampax of war.

And the four spoke the words of the Nanowarrior's prayer
As I stood them, I looked on
I heard the armies of the whores
Blowjobbing them, without hands
And their voices of ecstasy.
Carried long and far throughout the land

[Kid]
Grandfather

[Grandfather]
Yes?

[Kid]
Who were those warriors?

[Grandfather]
They were the METAL [bad word]