To hell with all the gossip Cease fire in your trench wars metal's glory shall rise up again In plastic, we do not believe, we despise mainstream lies We only believe in our fellow men For a too long time we breastfeed the viper It sucked our soul out, left just an empty veil We will revive the dying scene and keep our metal spirits clean Sing along with the anthems that we penned Metal is our spiritual force True is what you make of it, so stay true to yourself No matter if it's heavy, speed or death As long as it feels right to you, as long as it's inspiring you Live it until you do your last breath Christian or pagan or satanist mystic Is just right to feed our fantasy our blood is boiling for the sound Our stomping feet shake the ground We're only happy when the foe gets thrashed Metal is our spiritual force