sexta-feira, 2 de outubro de 2009

Damaia

I'm your boogieman
That's what I am
I'm here to do whatever I can
Be it early mornin', late afternoon
Or at midnight, it's never too soon

Ville

Brothers of metal
We are fighting with power and steel
Fighting for metal metal thats real
Brothers of metal will always be there
Standing together with hands in the air

Let us drink to the power drink to the sound
Thunder and metal are shaking the ground
Drink to your brothers who are never to fall
Were all brothers of metal here in the hall

Our hearts are filled with metal and masters we have none
And we will die for metal, metal heals, my son