The iron fists that beat your brains
He kills his hand till blood remains
While melted iron flows down his face
He's climbing up, just count the days
Just count the days
A one-man army without any fears
There is no sweat, only metal tears
He rules our life upon this stage
Up here it's prison
Our Anvill behind us
He guides us
Our Anvill behind us
He guides us
We call him Anvill, he worships steel
Or sometimes Molly, he rolls like a wheel
He takes a hatchet to change yer mind
He beats ye deaf

KORREKTUREN ÜBERMITTELN