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Blood of Life, flowing pure
In honoredGrace we shall endure
Lords of War cast down on us
Nine lives before the Incubus
We praise the Blood that Metal brings
The Essence of Creative Quality
Is Life so pure we cannot seek
Our Hopes, our dreams to make our fantasies Reality
Chains of steel bind us here
They seem so real till Death appears
In Quest of Fate, of Love of Life
It's not too late to know the Light
We praise the Blood that Metal brings
The Essence of Creative Quality
Is Life so pure we cannot seek
Our Hopes, our dreams to make our fantasies Reality
Incisioned mind, ruined for all time
In dark of night pursues the crime
But Love be true even in Hell
And Love of Life brings us Metal
Blind as ever, they can't hear the bell
They will suffer for the souls they sell
Chains will never bind us to Hell
To All Father we raise our swords and ride to Valhalla
Heavy... METAL
METAL
METAL
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