|1. Wheels Of Fire|
|2. Kings Of Metal|
|3. Heart Of Steel|
|4. Sting Of The Bumblebee|
|5. The Crown And The Ring (Lament Of The Kings)|
|6. Kingdom Come|
|7. Pleasure Slave|
|8. Hail And Kill|
|9. The Warriors Prayer|
|10. Blood Of The Kings|
I know you, little man. You're little, and in your smallness you know only fear. When something BIG comes along, something epic, something heroic, something so monumental it can scarcely be believed, it doesn't even register on your little brain, little man. You're like an ant crawling on a side of a great pyramid. It's beyond your comprehension. Your little ears might hear the sounds of this album, little man, but they don't hear the music. You have never known the feeling of utter fearlessness, of living with a wide open heart, that it takes to hear the music. So this kind of power, majesty, and glory are beyond you. What you'll do is what all little men do when they encounter these things. You'll call it "cheesy" or "over the top" and cover up your fear and your lack of understanding with laughter. That will make you feel better, little man, but you're not fooling me. You're whistling past the graveyard. More than anything, this album reminds you of how small you are. That's why you hate it, little man.
Go back to the kinds of records other nonentities just like you listen to, little man. I don't know what they are. Nirvana or the Beatles or Bob Dylan or U2 or whatever other garbage it is the kinds of burnouts and dropouts who end up becoming record reviewers relate to these days. The names change as the years pass, but they're all the same.
Maybe, just maybe, you're getting tired of being a little man. Getting tired of letting other people tell you what kind of music you should listen to, what you should think, what you should feel. Maybe someday you'll realize that this is more than just the best rock record ever made, if for no other reason that, unlike the kinds of "classics" made by bands like I just mentioned, this album is about something higher than just taking dope or taking some effeminate little political position or whining about nothing or just babbling on with a bunch of nonsense -- you know, all the kinds of things little men do. No, this album is bigger than all of that and bigger than all those. This album is Wagnerian, Nietszchean, superhuman. This album is a gift from above. This album is what I would show to god himself, if he were to descend from heaven to judge all mankind for its weakness, its foolishness, its iniquities, in order to justify the existence of the human race. Not the statues of Michelangelo. Not the sonnets of Shakespeare. Not even Beethoven's Fifth. Kings of Metal, by Manowar. For where others are weak, Manowar is strong, and in thier strength they are LARGE. So large, in fact, that maybe it takes a god to hear them. Perhaps they frighten even god -- just like they frighten you, little man, for this record is large enough to let god know that real men walk this earth, men who would not back down from a fight even if it was with god himself.
No, little man, no. Not for you. Stand down. As for the kings among you, stand up. Your hour has arrived. You cannot judge this album. It will judge you. Face your fear, face yourself, and look upon this record. If you are large enough, you will hear the music of the spheres, and see the face of god. And just perhaps you will then even know his fear, the fear of men who walk like gods.
Awsome POWER and fast heavy metal guitars with thundering drums and lead vocals that can simply shatter glass. Read more