The Metal Is Sick But Never Die

I hear voices calling for the destruction sound
I see souls thirsting for heavy metal
Women crazy, want to show her breast
The old ritual is weak but not dead

I sill see fists raised
I still see the horns with his fingers
That noises is disturbing my guitar
The metal is sick but never die

Tonight the power from hell will play in the whorehouse
Orgies, alcohol, the show will be special
Every riff played, a bitch is horny
That sound will make you think just fuck

Metal crossed decades of battles and fights
Recruiting soldiers willing to die
Fucking bitches and getting drunk on the floor
This song represents the very evil