Memories of the Heavy Metal

(Verse 1)
Those golden years of youth in La Floresta, at any hour,
at Xavi's house with his grandmother, we wove our dreams to the sound of metal.
Every afternoon, that place became our sanctuary,
a guitar solo tearing through the silence,
a cold beer in our hands, and the world seemed like a perfect place.

(Verse 2)
The posters on the walls, silent witnesses to our devotion,
it didn't matter if it was Maiden, Metallica, or AC/DC blasting loud.
A record player turned all the way up, precise riffs shaking the soul,
we dreamed with our eyes wide open, wishing that universe could be ours forever.

(Chorus) (x2)
That's how we grew up, with metal beating in our veins,
it wasn't just music, they were our invisible chains.
Chains we broke with every song, surrendering to the brutal rhythm,
releasing the anger, the confusion, the weight of feeling different.
Fire and thunder in our souls, a storm that never ends,
an eternal scream that transcends all time and place.

(Guitar solo & riffs / vibrato)

(Verse 3)
Life pulls you toward other lands, other destinations,
changing you from within, taking away certainties, giving you reasons.
But that silver thread that binds us to what truly matters,
still shines untouched, unbroken through every storm and hurricane.

(Verse 4)
At the concerts, baths of light and oceans of humanity,
united beneath a single heartbeat, a chorus roaring from thousands of throats,
moved by the power of a melody that brings us together,
it's our passion, our devotion, raising our voices until we're exhausted.

(Verse 5)
After the Barón Rojo concert, that late-night journey home,
amid nostalgic laughter, remembering Led Zeppelin and their Stairway to Heaven,along sleepy railway tracks, silent in the early hours,
and when we reached our destination, others went on their way,
beneath a fleeting embrace there on the platform.

(Guitar solo & riffs / vibrato) (x2)

(Verse 6)
As the years go by, grey hairs appear and lines mark our skin,
but the heart remains burning, faithful to its younger days.
Heavy metal is, and always will be, the lifeblood that feeds us,
and the roar of guitars, the deep air that we breathe.

(Chorus) (x2)
That's how we grew up, with metal burning in our veins,
it wasn't just music, they were our indestructible chains.
Chains we broke with every song, letting its rhythm flow,
letting go of the anger, the confusion, the weight of being different.
Fire and thunder in our souls, a flame that never dies.

(Outro)
We were young, searching for a better world,
and we found it in that sacred sanctuary...
To Xavi and his grandmother, forever,
in our eternal memory.

(Chorus) (x2)
That's how we grew up, with metal in our veins,
it wasn't just music—they were our chains!
The purest way to express what we felt day by day,
through every experience we shared.
(Chorus) (x2)
Heavy
Metal... foreverrrrrrr!!!

(Guitar solo & riffs / vibrato)