Look up brothers, the time has come,
Our strongest is powerless in front of us.
Time stops and the mountains move,
We do not shake even if the fire rained down.
The weak can not be too much for the invitation of metal,
But not those who are guided instinct of a warrior!
The sky strikes fire above
Echoes across the mountains a voice of truth.
Blood pact magic is our shield,
That sign of metallic brotherhood!
Where we move we will notice that,
Honor and power, will believe in us.
Fire follows our awesome,
It is natural to support our saying:
The weak can not be too much for the invitation of metal,
But not those who are guided instinct of a warrior!
The sky strikes fire above
Echoes across the mountains a voice of truth.
Blood pact magic is our shield,
That sign of metallic brotherhood!
The sky strikes fire above
Echoes across the mountains a voice of truth.
The sky strikes fire above
Echoes across the mountains a voice of truth.
Blood pact magic is our shield,
That sign of metallic brotherhood!
The sky strikes fire!
The sky strikes fire!
The sky strikes fire above
Echoes across the mountains a voice of truth.
Blood pact magic is our shield,
That sign of metallic brotherhood!