Iron Strengthens Iron - Dyscarnate

Be it a bone or a broken staff

Crush hopes, make a shell of a man

Cut down to the scars on our knees

I see you traitor!

Bound wounds packed with salt and clay

Drown in ash to take the taste away

Forged, crushed, forced to kneel

Torn nerves replaced with twisted steel

Another throne, our broken path

Lead her steady, hold her fast

Steeds track through the crimson waves

Guided by the blade

She’s nervous, trapped behind the lines

Of fear and filth and butchered lives

A trigger in the hands of minds

Too young for graves to bind

Divide the weak, spread suffering, dismay

Be steady, hold all our restraint

A storm of swords will rain upon the backs of broken men

For us they pray, scattered in the aftermath

Another bridge won’t save the trust we stripped from our first born

This will won’t break, as iron strengthens iron

Before dawn breaks the night we push on through the fog

A place where cowards thrive and good men die like dogs

Bite the tongue until you can’t ignore

Blood in the mouth beats blood on the floor

Weed out the weak to keep the bloodline pure

Claw the lungs until they breathe no more

A chalice held toward the sun to appease the hands that bind

Our collective inner toil, spill poison on the mind

We’re strengthened by iron, reduced to tears by pain

I throw my hands deep into filth to find myself again

Divide the weak, spread suffering, dismay

Be steady, hold all our restraint

Prepare yourselves!

For a storm of swords to rain upon the backs of men

For us they pray, scattered in the aftermath

Another bridge won’t save the trust we stripped from our first born

This will won’t break, as iron strengthens iron