Notre Dame - Blacksmith & co текст песни

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!
«Pounding pounding — brimstone and filth
Whilst reluctantly we sing the Lilliputian lilt
In this giant subterranean hall, in which it all does blend
The deafening battering echoes without end»
Mecry! Mercy! — I don’t want to die!
A young brunette is crying out as they are
Being stripped nevermore! — Evermore?! — «Now shut that little whore" — the old
one
Roars, and no one laughs no more
«The cloven hooved employer — he who fathered all evil
Has placed our hollow-eyed heads between the hammer and the anvil»
Blacksmith blacksmith chained unto his hammer. Zombie like they wrought the iron
Hurry up — hurry up! There’s a sixteen more to go! We don’t want to feed them
devils
At the barbeque tonight with our own bodies that is!
«Yet another ferryload has crossed the river styx — stripped then devided by hair
colour in triplets of six after letting off some stream, of that devilish
desire — the
host throws the party into the great lake of fire eaten back to life anew this
time
with eyes wide shut — it is common knowledge one must strike while the iron’s
hot
work out fingers to the bone — the calluses are overgrown how we’d love join the
orgy, in the ring of satanic sluts»