A Revolution of Sound
We Are the Prophets of Steel
Can you hear it from beyond?
The voice within your soul
It’s 1969,
And heads are gonna roll!
Distorted guitars bring fire and brimstone
Heavy metal thunder has arrived
The roar of the crowd swells to the stage
Those of weaker wills will not survive…
It’s time for new blood
A revolution will arise
Just three chords and the truth
In 1979!
Punk became the wave
But only for a time
One man would arise to reclaim the glory
Heavy metal once again would make the climb!
The battleground of choice
Where metal will win the day
An arena called the Soundhouse
Its champion goes by Neil Kaye…
We’ve entered now a golden age
Which no one can undermine
Metal has ascended to Valhalla
It’s the year 1989!
But a new storm was upon us
No one could have foreseen
Our utopia would be short-lived
Seattle is the new Magdalene…
For the decade henceforth,
Since 1999
Metal shall now reign supreme
Since the days of Sabbath, Zeppelin, and Cream!
Many more have risen
To answer the call
Our numbers grow day by day
To herald the power of heavy metal, as metal is for all!
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