Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Anvil, artist - Forefather. Album song Curse of the Cwelled, in the genre МеталDate of issue: 16.08.2015
Record label: Seven Kingdoms
Song language: English
The Anvil |
| England’s on the anvil — hear the hammers ring |
| Clanging from the Severn to the Tyne |
| Never was a blacksmith like our Norman King |
| England’s being hammered into line |
| England’s on the anvil — heavy are the blows |
| Ordered by the tyrant bastard son |
| Destiny has cursed us with the maker of our woes |
| England’s being hammered into one |
| Sorrow for the conquered, wretched is their doom |
| Marshalled from the mountains to the shore |
| Withered in the shadow of the ruthless victor horde |
| Toiling in the silent throes of war |
| England’s in the furnace, tempered by the flames |
| Cast into a spiral of decline |
| Grievous is the pounding in this iron-fisted forge |
| England’s being fashioned by design |
| 'With bloody sword came he |
| Cold heart and bloody hand |
| Now rule the English land' |
| — Heimskringla |
| England’s on the anvil — hear those hammers ring |
| Clanging from the Severn to the Tyne |
| Never was a blacksmith like our Norman King |
| England’s being hammered, hammered into line |
| Glowing on the anvil, faithful sons awake |
| Banish this usurper from the throne |
| Furl his sacred standard tight fixed with dragon seal |
| And send it with our blessings back to Rome |