We're the thundering sons, we're the undying ones,
With the power of good, evil has never won,
With armies from Heaven we have fought with a rage,
It's all in the rhythm and the fire coming from the stage.
We will rock the hell out of you,
We will rock the hell out of you.
In the streets, every day, we search for anyone who will fight like a day, until the battle's won,
We thrust in our sabres with the words that we sing,
It's all in the rhythm and the power coming from the stage.
We will rock the hell out of you,
We will rock the hell out of you,
Oh.
With armies from Heaven we will fight with a rage,
It's all in the rhythm and the fire coming from the stage.
We will rock the hell out of you,
We will rock the hell out of you,
We will rock the hell out of you,
We will rock the hell out of you.
