Hijos Del Metal

With their magic they turn us
Into sidereal energy
Their curse prophesies
Metal hearts

The night is blessed
By hellish chords
Only heavy metal, lust, and sex
Float in the air

We are the sons of metal

As an escape
Anxieties are released
They only live the present
Don't expect eternal life

Their lives are ruled
By inverted crucifixes
Their destinies are written
In the pages of the great book

With thunderous spells
They guide their revolution
They dominate the lower astral
They are the kings of terror

With the sacred host
Of dark freedom
They eagerly await
Their majesty: Satan

We are the sons of metal