Album: Reinventing The Steel (2000)
Wears ten crowns, dragons heads
Southern are the sons, Lords unmatched
- Their eyes don´t look right, should they be trusted now?
Trashed-mouth Gods, avoided kings
With the spirit of revolt, the ghost of youth
Every f*cking yeahr it stays the same
Everybody changes to suit the day
Out of pride I will isolate my fears
Never turned our backs on why we are here
We will grind that axe for a long, long time
Follow close, train of fools
Just like them, just like you
- Their eyes don´t seem right
Easily impressed´ plague, dressed up fake
No respect
Every f*cking yeahr remains the same
Everybody sucks-up to suit the day
Out of hate I will isolate myself
Through the worst we still marched into hell
We will grind that axe for a long, time
We will grind that axe for a long, long time
We will grind that axe for a long, long time
We will grind that axe for a long, long time
The smell in the air is chicken shit
We will grind that axe for a long time
We will grind that axe for a long time
We will grind that axe (x2)
We will grind that axe for a long time
Every f*cking song remains the same
To everyone who sucks-up for the fame
Out of strength you know we speak the truth
Every trend that dies is living proof
We will grind that axe for a long, lnong time
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