The Iron b#tch with her red eyes that burn in the night
On the precipice of disaster she stands – always ready to fight
Sorceress of battlestorms, armies tremble in fear – oh yeah!
The false ones will die, weak at the knees, their fate is near
Stand! And fight! – Unholy wielder of the blade, she calls out your name
Bow! To her might! – cleaves with the Sword of Storms
Invoke the Power of Steelе
Ride across the battlefiеlds
Wielding the blades of the Speed Metal wheel
It’s the power you feel
THE POWER OF STEELE
Round up the dead when she hooves fast away in the night
Leave behind pools of blood – no survivors in sight
A trail of severed heads and slain enemies – she tastes ‘m raw!
Armor clad in black, scream forth the Metal command
Warrior Queen she’s burning – looking for lust on this night
Death Sex and Madness – she’s hot for you tonight – ah!
So for all her evil powers – still needs a climax with Steele
She wants a rod of iron – force fed desire – so she can feel again
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