Songtext von Panserbjørne

Every ruinous paw Could cut a vulgar iron blade Every dreadful touch Could overwhelm an entire platoon His armour forged With a metal from the sky A gear is the soul of a Panserbjørne Lies in the heart of all storms The frostbitten fortress of Panserbjørne The hammers, the screams and the roars Of the coldest wind and warmest forge Bred onto frozen lands Armored death, merciless tanks Warriors forging their own souls In an hellish smithy of starfall This is why a bear is born To wear the skin of a Panserbjørne Strong innate sense for deceit No feint, no trick Their metal can't even be breached By the subtlest coward's falsities This is why a bear is born To wear the skin of a Panserbjørne He came back to claim his throne Renegade prince, true savage will To face a human behaving king Abomination of mannerism Lost in obsession and lust Through a little child he couldn't see (Silvertongue) Stately and proud he could win But he paid with life his vanity 'Cause This is why a bear is born To wear the skin of a Panserbjørne