Lets create our own MANOWAR song

[holocaust]

so far we've got this best seller:

CALL TO THE SWORDS IN THE STORM

I raise my arms to the sky
in order to call the evil Gods of the storms
cleaning my blade and drinking my ale
My brothers and I are ready to fight
Battle calls me into the night!
with blood on our steel we stand side by side

arise, valiant steeds, and guide us through the field of battle!
Guide us like cattle! Guide us like cattle!
Like cattle we slay our foes, as we ride through the battle
Our mighty steeds of war we straddle!

Riding fast in our steel saddles
Which destroys our mighty asses
It's a pity for the lasses
After a short fight
with a sword in my hand I died
I had not won
Cause my enemy's got a gun !!

But in the end, the sword will prevail
Guns got no cool stories to tell
So i ride like the storm without reason in sight
And squash every worm with my metal boots of might!

 

[Warthog]

MIGHTIEST OF HAILS!!!!

I think we can commit this one to record now!

 

[Supercharger]

Let's create another one called "All hail the Metal Warlords"

Riding on horses of steel and might

 

[holocaust]

be sure to let DiMaio read the first one!

 

[Warthog]

My sword of steel is heavy, not light!

 

[Wackianne]

With time my horse begins to rust...

 

[mugabe]

I try to lift the sword with all my might
The manure of the horse is turning to dust

 

[Wackianne]

Riding on horses of steel and might
My sword of steel is heavy, not light!

With time my horse begins to rust,
I try to lift the sword with all my might,
The manure of the horse is turning to dust
as a tavern comes in sight

 

[mugabe]

Missed the first line, which gave it two "might". Sorry. Revision:

Riding on horses of steel and might
My sword of steel is heavy, not light!

With time my horse begins to rust,
I'm lifting the sword, preparing to fight,
The manure of the horse is turning to dust
as a tavern comes in sight

I ride with the gods of the earth and the sky
We will kill for a sandwich and maim for some ale

 

[monochrom]

Bring ale for the warrior who has got weary feet
And bring him a slave-girl and a little bit weed

 

[mugabe]

Ok:

Riding on horses of steel and might
My sword of steel is heavy, not light!

With time my horse begins to rust,
I'm lifting the sword, preparing to fight,
The manure of the horse is turning to dust
as a tavern comes in sight

I ride with the gods of the earth and the sky
We will kill for a sandwich and maim for some ale
No one is spared in our hunt for a pie
Hail to our glory! And hail, hail and hail!

Bring ale for the warrior who has got weary feet
And bring him a slave-girl and a little bit weed
And the bill, please!

(solo)

 

[monochrom]

Riding on horses of steel and might
My sword of steel is heavy, not light!

With time my horse begins to rust,
I'm lifting the sword, preparing to fight,
The manure of the horse is turning to dust
as a tavern comes in sight

I ride with the gods of the earth and the sky
We will kill for a sandwich and maim for some ale
No one is spared in our hunt for a pie
Hail to our glory! And hail, hail and hail!

Bring ale for the warrior who has got weary feet
And bring him a slave-girl and a little bit weed
And the bill, please!

(solo)

Riding on horses of rubber and glue
My sword of plastic was cheap (but true)

 

[holocaust]

a helmet of candy shall do the trick
my woman is now ready to lick

 

[Supercharger]

my sacred steel is now polished again
and hungers for more blood

 

[Warthog]

I sheath my steel with a condom from Valhalla
May Odin protect me from AIDS!