Denim Stallions

Iron eagles flying high, lightning fires up the sky
We have arrived to challenge the thunder
We are raw and we are rough, wearing jeans and looking tough
You will be crushed under the hammer
We're the bringers of destruction, disciples of aggression
We rule with the will of steel
Kings of the streets, in dark alleys we meet
Fist in your face you will feel

Yes, you will!

Fistfights behind the club, posers we are not
Havoc and mayhem are total
There is no need to pray, the wimps just have to pay
their dues to those of real metal
We're not a pretty sight, wearing jeans too fucking tight
We're out to take your fucking life
Hear the loudest possible sound, roaring everywhere around
We're the rulers, you can't even strive

Face the stallions
Denim - Stallions

Denim - is our armor
Stallions - deliver no mercy
Denim - Our second skin
Stallions - Prepared to fight

Denim - Stallions
Denim - Denim Stallions