1422 - the world is very cruel
Evil slaughter everywhere trying to kill you
Down on the battlefield the cruelest of them all
The emperor spreads his wings proud and standing tall
Born from deep within the earth an evil yet unseen
A warrior with demon eyes, a killer born to win
And on the battlefield he rides to win them all
The emperor with metal wings, you can hear him call:
Dead kings in the grave
I am metal! Glorious victorious
Dead kings in the grave
Can you hear my battle cry
Dead kings in the grave
I am metal! Glorious victorious
Dead kings in the grave
The taste of metal cut you all
One night they killed the emperor
By shooting through his heart
An arrow made of elven steel with poison
From the dead king's grave
Dead kings in the grave
I am metal! Glorious victorious
Dead kings in the grave
Can you hear my battle cry
Dead kings in the grave
I am metal! Glorious victorious
Dead kings in the grave
Can you hear my battle cry
Dead kings in the grave
I am metal! Glorious victorious
Dead kings in the grave
The taste of metal cut you all
