The Iron bitch with her red eyes that burn in the nite
On the precipice of disaster she stands - always ready to fight
Sorceress of battlestorms, armies tremble in fear - oh yeah!
The false ones will die, weak at the knees, their fate is near
Stand! And fight! - Unholy wielder of the blade,
She calls out your name
Bow! To her might! - cleaves with the Sword of Storms
Invoke the Power of Steele
Ride across the battlefields
Wielding the blades of the Speed Metal wheel
It's the power you feel
THE POWER OF STEELE
Round up the dead when she hooves fast away in the nite
Leave behind pools of blood - no survivors in sight
A trail of severed heads and slain enemies - she tastes 'm raw!
Armor clad in blakk, scream forth the Metal kommand
Warrior Queen she's burning - looking for lust on this nite
Death Sex and Madness - she's hot for you tonight - ah!
So for all her evil powers - still needs a climax with Steele
She wants a rod of iron - force fed desire - so she can feel again