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Come, all ye Defenders of the Faith
Come, worship at the alter of The Priest
We've reached a point where the decibels race
Hypnotized by this swelling metal feast
Screaming, twin guitars mingle and cut the air
Thrumming bass and drums thunder
Come, join and sing this steel riveted prayer
Let this wall of sound break, dragging you under
Carried away and drowned in this brutal flood
Memorized and captured by the raw power
Igniting the soul, a fire in the blood
Trapped and devoured
Spike studded and leather veiled
A siren's voice soars and wails

A siren's voice, soars and wails
From behind gray smoke and fog
Audience chanting a chorus, all hail
Rob Halford, The Metal God
Revving engine, growls and roars
Leather clad and hellbent
Astride a Harley, commanding the floor
Onto your knees and repent
Chains and handcuffs swing from his hips
Devil's Child with an angel's face
Coiled in his hand, a black, bull whip
Voice rising, screaming metallic grace
With a demon's cry, "THE PRIEST IS BACK!"
Electric guitars, the twin ax attack

Electric guitars, the twin ax attack
Fierce chords wrung from taut strings
Shredding aggression, red on black
Heavy Metal riffs take wing
Hard, solid, fast, and loud
Glenn Tipton delivers the goods
Mischievous grin, pointing to the crowd
Going wild, as he knew we would
From his Hamer, a drawn out note
It stretches on, splinting the night
Ankle deep in curling gray smoke
Standing full, awash in spot light
Let it start, let it begin
Song after song, Sin After Sin

Song after song, Sin After Sin
KK Downing, standing primed and ready
Intense blue eyes and a rogue’s grin
Machine gun licks, red, hot and steady
Arching his back, flying V held high
Black and silver clad Rocka Rolla man
Electric riffs, the crowd always satisfied
As only a Metal God can
Brining his guitar in close now
Teasingly licking its long neck
Sweat and golden hair frame his brow
Fingers curling, arching, pressing over frets
Leather ax man, shredding to kill
Metallic symphony, never Run of the Mill

Metallic symphony, never Run of the Mill
A deep bass line rumbles and thrums
Steadfast founder, Ian “Skull” Hill
Thrashes to the beat as he strums
A quiet Shadow in the Flame
Soft-spoken constant Sentinel
Rocking hard and wild, never tame
There from the start, a Priest original
Studded, leather strap holding his bass
Polished, black instrument in hand
Long, brown hair and bearded face
Heavy Metal bass lines he commands
A tidal wave of sound, not to be overcome
A bombastic explosion of rolling drums

A bombastic explosion of rolling drums
Echoing wild mountain thunder
Scott Travis pounding away, blazing all guns
Percussive onslaught of power and wonder
A charged crescendo, rising higher and higher
Hammering against the chest, beating the air
A ferocious, pulverizing Wheel of Fire
Sing along and head bang if you dare
Sitting on high behind his drum kit
Shirtless and sweat drenched
Taking the audience Into the Pit
Never stop, till our metal thirst is quenched
Bludgeoned and held in a steel spell
Faithful followers of these Saints in Hell

Faithful followers of these Saints in Hell
Head banging army that swells and grows
Our heavy metal hunger never quelled
Flocking to the concerts, where the music flows
We Deal With The Devil
Prisoners of his wailing screams
Rocking out with these Leather Rebels
Watching, memorized, in a Hard Iron dream
Pulsating lights dazzle and flash
We yell the chorus, singing along
The music building and crashing
Over the listening metal throng
Metallic onset, setting a Savage pace
Come, all ye Defenders of the Faith

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