With 'cut offs' worn in faded glory we raised our arms to power and light when every patch could tell a story our horns aloft to God's of might In halls of reverence, the last in line hail maidens Iron, the mighty Priest escaping the harsh confines of work taste life's freedom for now at least New waves of denim, surge and tumble cascading hair, we ruled the night In heat and smoke and noise we rumble all as one we stand up and fight For forty years they've walked amongst us our lord's of thunder, Goddesses of Power now remnants of that mighty army await for one last Sacred hour.
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