Furze - A Blacksmith For the Souls of Metal Lyrics

Lyrics A Blacksmith For the Souls of Metal - Furze



The Power of the Goat of a Thousand Young
What's within the soul
Steady rollercoaster syndrome
The Moon has a reserved spot in any painting
The sound of the Moon.
To rise afate
So true it can't be realized "here"
Distillation of reality
With the new moon a new glimpse
A blacksmith of the Metal seed
The Caw.
Up bursts lightening between our minds
United by hatred!
A blacksmith for the souls of Metal
A blacksmith for the souls of Metal
...Souls of Metal.
A blacksmith for the souls of Metal
...For the souls of Metal!



Writer(s): Furze


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