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*** Autor textu: Korpiklaani *** Autor hudby: Korpiklaani | The Killer Iron
- There was born a killer iron x 2
In war repressed the killers,
The meanest did mean things,
To the loss of the weak tribe,
To the deathbase of the poor folk.
From the east came the man,
Northeast the king,
Gave the furnace, put the bellows,
To harness the netherworld's ore
- There was born a killer iron
Where burned the flame of revenge, there no one saw peace
What was dark fire in the ore, what was thick blood
Of that was born the axe of gore - There was born a killer iron
Where stroke the killer iron, there no one saw peace
- There was born a killer iron
- There was born a killer iron
The men put in there swords,
The thickheaded into their axes,
Said the battlespell,
Turned worwords.
Let the brutal hit,
The hardhanded hack,
The powerspeller smack,
The angerhymn psalm:
- There was born a killer iron
Where burned the flame of revenge, there no one saw peace
What was dark fire in the ore, what was thick blood
Of that was born the axe of gore - There was born a killer iron
Where stroke the killer iron, there no one saw peace
- There was born a killer iron
- There was born a killer iron
The weak tribe got angry,
The poor people mad,
Took revenge on men, took revenge on women,
Took revenge on children, too.
Where stroke the killer iron,
there skulls broke
Where flew the axe of gore
there flesh was squashed:
- There was born a killer iron
Where burned the flame of revenge, there no one saw peace
What was dark fire in the ore, what was thick blood
Of that was born the axe of gore - There was born a killer iron
Where stroke the killer iron, there no one saw peace
- There was born a killer iron
- There was born a killer iron
Then the iron king,
The bringer of brass, the creator of ore,
Disappeared without even sitting awhile,
Left without even stepping a step.
Where a year goes
- there grief is the greatest
Where a year goes
- there grief is the greatest
- There was born a killer iron
Where burned the flame of revenge, there no one saw peace
What was dark fire in the ore, what was thick blood
Of that was born the axe of gore - There was born a killer iron
Where stroke the killer iron, there no one saw peace |
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