Protector - Sons Of Kain lyrics

The electric guitar with it's distorted sound The thundering drums that are shaking the ground The roaring ba** that rumbles the brains The growling vocals that enter the veins Leather and vests, jeans and chains From Ireland to Russia, from Sweden to Spain The banner of Metal is always held high Yesterday's sound and its servants are nigh (Chorus) Sons - sons of Kain Our loyalty will never wane Sons - sons of Kain True defenders of the Metal domain Embracing the old and despising the new Eternally loyal, a true old-school crew The fire that drives us will never go out Ruling the front row to bang and to shout (Repeat chorus) (Repeat third verse) (Repeat chorus) (Repeat first verse)