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 deafTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
