all you see is the shape of fearis the silluette of sufferingmoving silent, a shaddow in the nightwe´re predators of metal infra-red view brings death to younow we´re invisible now we are not well prepared for the battlewe are predators of metal now is the day; you become our preynow we are hunting now we hunt you
trophyhunters of the killing starel diablo casador de hombresyou cannot flea so face your deathwe are predators of metal blasting you down like an iron windkilling in the name of pleasureyou will kneel down and call us kings or godsbut we stay predators of metal
well prepared for the battlewe are predators of metal

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