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If you're taking a flight
At the speed of light
If you're shaking your heads to the band
If you're there in your hordes
But you're not on the force
We're taking this place to the ground
In the heat of the night
When you're fists are alight
Forged on anvils of steel
If your body's on fire, about to expire
We go through the threshold of pain
Pull your head back
Hold your hands high
Shake your body if it's too loud
And your brain hurts
Fill your heads with heavy metal thunder
On the wings of an eagle
You're hoping to fly
Holding your hands to the sky
On a blue sea of denim, checkin' the band
Your banners and scarves held on high
If your backs are embroidered
Come down to the front
Don't sit there and do as they say
We're an army of thousands
Surrounded by lights
Nobody stands in our way
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