Put to the Sword 歌词

In the world's dim past On an anvil, the first would be forged And in its life Many a man would be torn From a tome came instructions clear For steel to take a shape 99 of its pages damned But once in hand, feel its weight Instrument of descruction Under fire and brimstone, its figure roars The arm of slaughter, given to war First af a legacy, put to the sword In a moment Its frame bears the mark of the trade Time of misfortune Its blade would be broken in twain Forged on the altar White-hot, its pieces are made Fused back together And prepare to rise once again Grasped tight in defiance And sharper than ever before The end in violence Metal will stand evermore Instrument of descruction Under fire and brimstone, its figure roars The arm of slaughter, given to war First af a legacy, put to the sword The blade of metal will stand for evermore