Once I walked a weary road; I met an old friend and spoke. We talked of our history as the sun set on us both. We lived our lives, fast and free, and we do just as we please. Now the fathers of metal and punk live on in our memory.
Who will pick up the hammer when the father’s gone? Who will bring down the thunder? The legacy lives on. Who will pick up the hammer when the father’s gone? Who will bring down the thunder? The legacy lives on.
We listened to vinyl off of the shelf of all our favorite bands. The words, the riffs, the shows and those who made me who I am. Remember the song that moved you when you were sixteen? Too many to name, those fathers who came before Deadiron hit the scene.
Who will pick up the hammer when the father’s gone? Who will bring down the thunder? The legacy lives on. Who will pick up the hammer when the father’s gone? Who will bring down the thunder? The legacy lives on.
Go!
Now I’ve got a chance to bring to light what I have learned. Our history, our boots, our roots, now it’s our turn. We pay homage to legacy of FOUR-fathers by name. They paved the way, for all of us, and our lives will never, be the same.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
