His back a row of shields Mouth filled with fearsome teeth His breath a stream of flame Head high, unwavering
You wish to challenge the immovable The immeasurable The inexorable You are but chaff next to his overpowering stature A blade of straw under a tidal wave of power
Uncaring to the touch of steel and fire Still yearning after aeons of time The weight of mountains The size of cities A voice like thunder He is the threshing sledge!
Essence impressive True lord pervasive A force undying He is the threshing sledge!
He will not beg for mercy Your hooks can't drag him in You can't tie down his tongue The proud and terrible king
They dream to feast his flesh To take shelter beneath his skin Under his gaze their empty hopes will burn And we sail in the tide of his glistening wakeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
