Blacksmith blacksmith working in the shadows
wedged between the world and here,
in a clandestine dungeon the size of a forest
where the mass of little people swinging sledges.
His shadow brings them fear.
The anvil was forged in fire!
Mercy! Mercy! I don't want to die!
A young brunette is crying out as they are being stripped.
Nevermore! - Evermore? - "Now shut that little w****", the old one roars, and no one laughs no more.
Blacksmith blacksmith chained unto his hammer.
Zombie-like they wrought the iron.
Hurry up, hurry up! There's sixteen more to go!
We don't want to feed them devils at the barbeque tonight with our own bottles that is!
wedged between the world and here,
in a clandestine dungeon the size of a forest
where the mass of little people swinging sledges.
His shadow brings them fear.
The anvil was forged in fire!
Mercy! Mercy! I don't want to die!
A young brunette is crying out as they are being stripped.
Nevermore! - Evermore? - "Now shut that little w****", the old one roars, and no one laughs no more.
Blacksmith blacksmith chained unto his hammer.
Zombie-like they wrought the iron.
Hurry up, hurry up! There's sixteen more to go!
We don't want to feed them devils at the barbeque tonight with our own bottles that is!