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Spit your fire Iron beast

Spill the sweetest blood

Spitting forth your flames of wrath

Blood and pain shall mark your path

Cast your poisoned breath

Only ashes shall remain

Wipe the blood from faces pale

The emptiness of death to feel

Wielding the scythe

To harvest the souls

Pray for the storm

It will come soon

Under forsaken skies…we`re living dead

Under forsaken skies…where thousands bled

We are lost - can you hear the cries?

Burn the stars - and ravage the skies

Buried deep in mother earth`s womb

For eternity rotting in this silent tomb

Spit your fire Iron beast

Spill the sweetest blood

Spitting forth your flames of wrath

Blood and pain shall mark your path

Cast your poisoned breath

Only ashes shall remain

Wipe the blood from faces pale

The emptiness of death to feel

Under forsaken skies…we`re living dead

Under forsaken skies…where thousands bled