Tercüme: Sihirbaz. Deceiver Başkanı.
: Show me your fist Show me the muscles your Bronze-coloured body out of control Can you sense it can you feel it It's like an apparition You will
: 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
: [Instrumental]
: 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
: Through the open gates she enters into the new world Here bravery is peculiar thoughts full of sorrow With a great effort she walks along the way Sweat
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