Текст и слова песни Forefather – Iron Hand
A dark cloud descends on our domain
The storm of dread, the wielder of pain
Pounded by the iron rain up high
Now an onslaught of terror is nigh
A war has begun
The war must be won
Fortress so tall to oppress her
Lord of enforcement, aggressor
Founding a war that will run
For a thousand years to come
Born to rule with an iron hand
Waging fire throughout the land
Work the machine, blood, swear and tears
This war will run for a thousand years
Baron ways bring barren lands
Feuding for power, blood on their hands
Overlords with ambition deranged
Ruthless rule, a kingdom up in flames
The storm of dread, the wielder of pain
Pounded by the iron rain up high
Now an onslaught of terror is nigh
A war has begun
The war must be won
Fortress so tall to oppress her
Lord of enforcement, aggressor
Founding a war that will run
For a thousand years to come
Born to rule with an iron hand
Waging fire throughout the land
Work the machine, blood, swear and tears
This war will run for a thousand years
Baron ways bring barren lands
Feuding for power, blood on their hands
Overlords with ambition deranged
Ruthless rule, a kingdom up in flames
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