Svartby - Iron Stone | Текст песни

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• Svartby
• Iron Stone

A sacred place
Beyond the city walls
A great obelisk
Of Iron Stone

Swords and axes shoved in
For city glory
City guards kneel while
Priests pray and tell the stories

Can't foresee
Any mischief
From sacred grove

Can't foresee
In your armor
You'll be stoved

Iron Stone draws all armor 
With men inside
At the very moment
They're fried alive

Can't get free
From the grip of Iron Stone
Plates and mails melt,
Burn flesh to the bone