Manowar

Defender,

Ride like the wind.

Fight proud, my son.

You're the defender,

God has sent.

Holy, holy war!

Holy!

We are fighting, fighting a holy war!

Holy war!

See us fly on winds of doom,

Holy war!

Baptized in fire and steel,

Holy war!

For the end we bring is soon,

Holy war!

Now face the storm,

A holy war!

Now people keep asking,

If we're going to change,

I look'em in the eye,

Tell'em no way,

Stripes on a tiger don't wash away,

Manowar's made of steel not clay!

Люди теперь продолжают спрашивать,

Собираемся ли мы меняться,

Я смотрю им в глаза,

Отвечаю – ни за что,

Полосы на тигре не смываются,

Manowar сделаны из стали, не из глины!

Time to burn! You losers better learn

No one controls our goddamn lives!

We'll do just what we feel riding horses made of steel

We are here to burn up the night.

Fighting, fighting, fighting the world!

I been fighting the world!

Fighting, fighting, fighting the world!

I been fighting.

Fight for a living — fighting the world!

Fight for a living — fighting the world!

Fight for a living — fighting the world!

Fight!