Songtext von B.O.D.D.

Shattering the walls of time Blows of a hammer, old, sublime No sleep, no respite, desire Adept of an ancient art, admire Blackening rain onto eternal flames Forge in fire, in all the pain No sleep, no respite, ascension Titan of a dark dimension Harps in undertone, weaving oldest might Pitching spells in sparkling light Breathing the glare of eternity At one with the dark, internally Unutterable strength from the unknown Pouring all that is thy own Blows of thy hammer, meld the spell Forge a just will, on the anvile of hell The crowned, the titan, the seer Blacksmith of a dark dimension