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We’re ghosts of leather and spirits of steel

From the distant past when metal was real

We have no place in the modern age

Our souls are burning with hate and rage

We’re relics of the past, we’re out of date

But we don’t care that we were born too late

We refuse to conform to fashion’s flow

The power of ancient metal is all we know

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Black leather and loud guitars

Spikes and chains and sleazy bars

On every smoke-filled stage we cry

We’re ghosts of leather and we’ll never die

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Ghosts of leather, spirits of steel

Warriors of metal, to no man we kneel

Ghosts of leather, demons of fire

Ghouls of iron, we live our desire

Wimps and posers may say we’re antiquated

But the might of steel and metal is never outdated

We are beyond trends ‘cos metal never dies

In the end once more we’ll hear the false one’s cries

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