We Came to Conquer -

Hey guess what, bitch, we’re back

Let’s get down to business

Beard, short hair, and I’m fat

Yet I’m killing this shit

Patch your vest, grow your hair

It won’t make a difference

You’re an ass if you care

That we look like this

But if you feel it

Get up and bang

No frills, no costumes

No ads in Kerrang

Get in formation

Join the throng

We came to conquer

We came to conquer

Labels don’t give a damn

We’re not using keyboards

Eye makeup on all their bands

Opportunist whores

Cashing in on a trend

Play safe to the middle

Are we sour, in the end?

Yeah maybe a little

But if you feel it

You’re frustrated too

Riffs are what matter

You know it if you’re true

Hairstyles and cellos

How dare you

We came to conquer (all of you)

We came to conquer

Rob!

Hey, Gama Bomb

You didn’t write this riff

So hey, Warbringer

Eat our Lich King dicks

Hey, Havok

We just put you to shame

And hey, everyone

If you’re not us you’re lame

Cause we’ve got the fire

And we’ve got the force

The Waste was a starter

But we’re the main course

Maybe other bands play

And maybe Manowar kills

But none of that shit matters

Lich King rules

We came to conquer

We came to conquer

Conquer them