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Well, people try to tell me of the death of rock and roll

I tell them it can never die, it's locked within our soul

Now here we stand before you, just the four of us

Armed with heavy metal, we are here to make a fuss

I give to you the wizard with his power of verse

His stories - they will bind your soul - his bass will shake the earth

I give to you the axman, his power surging free

His fingers move so swiftly, his spell you can not flee

I give to you the thundermaker, seated in the back

He'll make the thunder speak to you - you'll feel the attack

And I'm the one they chosen to tell you all this tale

So now I'll ask that you step back and listen to them wail