Riding hell's barren wastes on my steed, this host of monsters Are my creed, and in battle we shall bleed Bring me the head of Metatron! We tally for the cup of christ - the Holy Grail - in my battle armour And chain mail - when the wind blows we shall set sail Bring me the head of Metatron! Where does he dwell? No-one can tell, but its north...Learn More