the most foul We the people who feel it Who feels it and sees it dislike it and curse it Get bumped off Licensed to kill CHORUS Heart of Stone Heart of Stone
Tulkojums: Tērauda Pulse. Akmens sirdi.
Pumping through our veins Independence is what we crave for So leave our riches alone Don't wanna be your footstool cause you rule With your heart of stone
concede For death to be undone, custom tools we'll need Smelted steel prepared to be forged Instruments unimagined before, wrought in hell Bio-morphic blades cleave whet stones
ships, now it's do or die Forged of blackened steel, wields the iron hand Voices loud as thunder, pillaging the land Drone seeks mortal vision, pulse
carry on CHORUS This man of steel he sits and daydreams and thinks of home these scars too real, forged in the desert unknown here now somehow, he finds the heart
