Interpret:

Manowar

Album:

The Hell Of Steel

- Grandfather, tell my a story! 
- Alright, go and get your storybook. 
- No, No, not one of those, a real story! 
- A real story? 
- Yes, tell me about when you were a boy. 
- Well, then, I shall have to take you back
with me, a long way in time... 




It was my thirteenth year on a cold winter's
day, as I walked through the enchanted forest,
I heard the sound of horses, and men 
at arms. I felt compelled to walk on and 
find the place of these sounds, and when 
the forest did clear I was standing on a hill.
Before me was a great plane.
Upon it the armies of the worlds 
standing, waiting. I thought to myself,
for whom or for what are they waiting? 
Suddenly a gust of wind came up from the 
North, there appeared a lone rider, holding 
a sword of steel, then from the south came 
another, bearing a battle ax, from the east 
came a third holding a spiked club,
and finally from the west, a rider who weilded 
a great hammer of war. With them came 
their soldiers of death, followed by an 
Army of Immortals. They were few in number 
but the look in their eyes told all who 
beheld them that they would leave this day 
only in victory or death.
And there was a great silence... 


My heart began to pound, storm clouds 
filled the sky with darkness, rain came, and 
the four winds blew with such anger that I 
held fast to a tree. I watched the four 
riders raise their weapons into the air. 
Without warning, screaming their war cry 
they led the attack, down to the battle they 
rode, they met the armies of the world with 
a mighty clash! I could feel the ground 
shake, the earth drank much blood that day.
Each of the four, was unto himself, a 
whirlwind of doom!


When the smoke did clear, many thousands 
were dead. There was much blood and gore. 
Their bodies lay broken and scattered 
across the battlefield like brown leaves 
blown by the wind. And I saw the four ride 
together to the top of the hill, while below 
them the soldiers of death assembled, all 
those who would now swear allegiance to them.


And the four spoke the words of the
Warrior's Prayer. 


GODS OF WAR I CALL YOU,
MY SWORD IS BY MY SIDE. 
I SEEK A LIFE OF HONOR,
FREE FROM ALL FALSE PRIDE.
I WILL CRACK THE WHIP
WITH A BOLD MIGHTY HAIL. 
COVER ME WITH DEATH
IF I SHOULD EVER FAIL. 
GLORY, MAJESTY, UNITY 
HAIL, HAIL, HAIL. 


And as I stood and looked on, I heard the 
Armies of the world hail them without end,
and their voices of victory carried long
and far throughout the land! 


- Well, that's it, did you like the story? 
- Yeah, it was great! 
- Oh good, I'm glad. Now off to bed with you. 
- Grandfather? 
- Yes? 
- Who were those four men? 
- Who were they? THEY WERE THE METAL KINGS!