Master Of Thunder

Metal or die / Be blessed or be dead

Those are the words / I repeat in my head

Metal or die / Be a genius or be mad

A demon told me once / It was all he ever said

Wherever we decide to be

Somebody is at our side

His hands cast living fire

His soul is as black as the night

Wherever we go – whatever we do

His hands are guiding us well

We feel as if we’re hypnotized

He put us under a spell

High above the mountains

The demon watches us all

Spreading his wings and grinning

Whenever he hears our call:

Metal or die...

We’re doomed to do his bidding

And to obey him ‘til the end

Through his power we gain strength

In infernal union we stand

High above the mountains...

Metal or die...

Screaming guitars and the thunder of drums

Are the weapons during our quest

They cannot cause you lethal wounds

But through them we’re eternally blessed