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