In the beginning there was a word, and that word was metal. Things made sense at once, the world was looking for it. You found your way, everyone believed in you. You took their blood, you believed in your fate. Before we extinguish the candles, the wind left it burning. The world is under command, we defend metal. Every drop of rebel, every rebel remains. We believe in metal, more than in peace. It's hard for us to break something, no one has ever given it to us. The commandment defends the right, we don't know how. The cross on your shoulder, you can never leave it. It doesn't mean anything, but it means we believe in metal. Hey, hey, hey, commando! Hey, commando in Gordaspur! Hey, hey, hey, commando! Hey, commando in Gordaspur! Hey, hey, hey, commando! Hey, commando in Gordaspur! Hey, hey, hey, commando! Hey, commando in Gordaspur! Hey, hey, hey, commando! Hey, commando in Gordaspur!