Watching the masters
Make puppets of us all
Making us yell
Headbang and call
The memories remain
The battery so strong
Should creeping death claim us
Nothing else matters at all
We'll toll that bell
Make that road our bride
Waiting with bated breath
Till enter Sandman
Wherever I may roam
For me the bell shall toll
I'll be off to never never land
And adapt to the unknown
If only metallica
Rides the lightning
Bangalore fade to black once more!
