We are Metal, but we are not the Devil.
We are not cool, we just come to kill.
We are not neat, but we are ugly.
We are the counter of the culture.
We are black, but we are not sad.
We live by Metal, the ideal we cradle.
For we are pure, is the world's cure.
Our hearts of steel is made of gold, which is all virtuous and mighty bold.
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