Chorus 1:

The Empire of Rok
The Kingdom of Rull
Forged from mighty cocks
Made of steel and gold
The Empire of Rok
The Kingdom of Rull
Lifting up their frocks
For a chance to ride our poles

Verse 1:

In ‘89 came darkest times
A Metal famine plagued the land
A god from the north a lord from the south
Their destiny to form a band
To forge the strongest Metal
The world had ever seen
Arrows of death would fire at will
And pierce the traitors’ spleens

Vikings on strings 4 and 6,
A hooded fiend on guns and sticks
A lion’s roar with kilt and sword
The army’s charge will maim with scorn
Five warlords scorched and ruled with force
Conquest the chord and the horse
On horns of hate ‘fess their fate
And are enslaved to create

Chorus 2:

The Empire of Rok
The Kingdom of Rull
The donning of a sock
The scoring of a goal
The Empire of Rok
The Kingdom of Rull
Burning molten rock
Into her darkest hole

Verse 1:

But some too lame to win the game
Our rhythm men became our shame
Ivan could not play he slept all day
Too lazy to fuck or to slay
He got the ax he had to go
Yet for six months he did not know
Death to stixxx couldn’t pound too slick
So we tossed ‘em off the nearest cliff

Chorus 3:

The Empire of Rok
The Kingdom of Rull
I lifted up her frock
Your wife sucked my pole
The Empire of Rok
The Kingdom of Rull
Burning molten rock
All our riffs we stole

Bridge:

It’s the Empire of Rok and Rull
The Empire of Rok and Rull
It’s the Empire of Rok and Rull
The Empire of Rok and Rull
Let’s Rok and Rull

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Chorus 4:

The Empire of Rok
The Kingdom of Rull
The donning of a sock
Losing control
The Empire of Rok
The Kingdom of Rull
Made of steel and gold
Satan claims your souls

The Empire of Rok
The Kingdom of Rull
The Empire of Rok
The Kingdom of Rull The Empire of Rok
The Kingdom of Rull
The Empire of Rok
The Kingdom of Rull
Let’s Rok and Fucking Rull