Oversættelse: Guiden. Chef for Den Deceiver.
It's like an apparition You will resist temptation Against every evil power But there must be intention Take your chance right now Drink the magic potion Brewed by the wizard
: Running: through a blur of motion Out of context; I've lost my ground Only destruction in my mind Obeying another sensless command My senses: divided
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: The crowd inside the stadium Is staring at the darkened stage Like believers in the inner sanctum Like vultures in an iron cage Hyped-up glands are
: We have gathered around the table To cleanse our weapons Of the blood of deceivers We killed in the battle of steel But now this is reality Fantasy
the street You are the dirt under our nails And we let it roll The heads of you deceivers (The axeman is now ready) For the heads of the deceivers In
: Brother stand up show us your power now Don't waste our precious time Your bloodsteel made by magic Can help us in our pain Can't you hear the bells
we don't care We play metal for all metal heads And not for rotten poser rats True metal the sound of our hearts We will never be apart The sense of our lives Deceivers
: Fire - iron - blood - steel By the breath of a dragon the gods melted the steel That had fallen from heaven as a fireball to the ground With the
: You thought you were evil But you were wrong You were only blinded by the dark Now at night you are hunting The days you are sleeping And you dream
the wind Don't think about goodness revenge is your aim Revenge revenge revenge for the world The dark time is over the magic will win The wizard is
the sky Odin's ravens fly It is a nice day to die With the power of our weapons And the help of our gods We'll be victorious Deceivers lay in their
Fire - iron - blood - steel By the breath of a dragon the gods melted the steel That had fallen from heaven as a fireball to the ground With the mighty
The crowd inside the stadium Is staring at the darkened stage Like believers in the inner sanctum Like vultures in an iron cage Hyped-up glands are
in the sky Odin's ravens fly It is a nice day to die With the power of our weapons And the help of our gods We'll be victorious Deceivers lay in their
[Instrumental]
Brother stand up show us your power now Don't waste our precious time Your bloodsteel made by magic Can help us in our pain Can't you hear the bells
