Born in the Ashes - Dan Bull

We’re no strangers to love

You know the rules and so do I

A full commitment’s what I’m thinking of

You wouldn’t… ah, forget it

Born in the ashes

Each night I used to dream of being a fighter

It seemed to me to be the right key for me to strive for

I mindlessly believed I’d lead a life of real excitement

Heedless of the peace of mind I’d need to leave behind for it

I lay to rest the playful innocent days I was a lad

Now I’m driven by the hate to vindicate my mum and dad

Eliminate the man who won’t discriminate 'tween good and bad

Flay him with the blade I made and feel the pain I’ve suffered

That whoreson ripped away the pure fulfilment that I could have had

So should you ask me if I’d love to kill him: Well yeah, just a tad

I’ll thrust and stab him 'til he’s just a sack of blood and rags

Then drag him through the gutter, shove him back into his mother’s vag

Gather the ashes of the pillaged village and then build a palace

We’ll fill a chalice and then tilt it out for Silver Skalitz

Born in the ashes of a joy torn away from me

I was a boy whose dreams turned round and now they’re chasing me

Born in the ashes of a simple and wholesome being

I was a boy whose goals turned round unfolding in ways unseen

Born in the ashes

Sharp metal leaves a vicious cut, but nettle leaves’ll fix it up

Our quest’ll being inflicting justice on the beasts who think it’s nothin'

So run to Sigismund, give him the signal, this is coming

And that imprisonment isn’t the system with which he’ll be punished

He’ll witness his kingdom coming down without deliverance

As brick and rubble crumbles, crushing his ambition into dust

I’m just a humble smith’s son who won’t be pissed on

Who won’t stop thinking of you gettin' hung 'til it’s done

You’ll tell me what I need to know or there’ll be fists swung

A knuckle sandwich always loosens up a stiff tongue

Witness the son of a blacksmith giving someone a slapped wrist

With a couple of axes, the fact is, your death is a certain as taxes

Gather the ashes of the pillaged village and then build a palace

We’ll fill a chalice and then tilt it out for Silver Skalitz

Born in the ashes of a joy torn away from me

I was a boy whose dreams turned round and now they’re chasing me

Born in the ashes of a simple and wholesome being

I was a boy whose goals turned round unfolding in ways unseen

Born in the ashes

I know I’m no genius, but no leader of Bohemia’s so lenient

That they won’t see me looking like I’m lacking obedience

I don’t show allegiance to no thieving deviants

Or show weakness, I grow freely from home grown ingredients

I will train until our name and the vow I made are renowned

A phrase that’ll travel way throughout the reign resound and make any man afraid

Who are now engaged in power plays, they’ll have a case of sour grapes

They’ll bow in shame, marrow, veins, bowel and brains will drown in pain

Flowers placed on a shallow grave, hell awaits you

But now Satan’s an hour late at the tower gates

The panel breaks and the foundations

Now shaking, ground quaking, devout placing our faith

In the hallowed grace and marinade it 'til the arrows rain, the spell, it breaks

Nothing can heal the damage, this anguish will not vanish

The grief’s so real, it’s not a feeling I’ll reveal with language

But Radzig Kobyla’s got the will to help dispel the hell

Let’s never stop until we’ve got the steel that killed your dad

Let’s gather the ashes of the pillaged village and then build a palace

We’ll fill a chalice and then tilt it out for Silver Skalitz

Born in the ashes of a joy torn away from me

I was a boy whose dreams turned round and now they’re chasing me

Born in the ashes of a simple and wholesome being

I was a boy whose goals turned round unfolding in ways unseen

Born in the ashes

Born in the ashes