Boiling Heart Of The North

The drops of rust raining down over the age of steelLayers of dust burying the faded and motionless reelsA distorted view filled with the victims of the modern timesThese endless roads, all to nowhere, only smoking ruins in sightThese men of stained soils, still roaming slowly aheadIn the crossroad of fear, dwelling in the heart of the braveSeeking the truth from a boiling heart of the northAnd feel the warm, feel the warm blood against the freezing cold'There's no justice beyond the flash from a spearThe soil ahead is the grave, at the edge of an old north”