Hangover

Land of Metal

This land does not have laws
This land does not have rules
Therefore is in the land
In the land of the metal

This land is an area...
The goodness is missing
Citizens are rockeiros
And only want to hear metal

The drum is the heart,
The bass the veins,
The guitar's arms
The voice and the face

In the land of the metal the melody is slow
Guitarists if they place freight
More the loved sound of the world
Of the stock exchange operators who start to touch

The metal is all
In this land metal reign
This cursed earth metal
The metal never end

Barbarity in the metal
This land is ours and
Of plus nobody
Who it orders is everybody

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