Manowar, Manowar living on the road. When we're in town, speakers explode. Now, we don't attract wimps 'cause we're too loud. Just true metal people, that's Manowar's crowd.
Hear what's written on the wind.. We come to kill and kill again.. Our arrows fall like hail. Trample on the dead-Ride through the. Gate of clouds-stand on the open step.