[Intro]
War drums in the valley
Steel breath in the air
Wagons ring like thunder
As torches shake and flare
[Verse 1]
One eye to the skyline
Other burned to coal
Iron cap
Rough banner
Bible by his soul
Farmers grip their pitchforks
Miners lift their chains
He carves saints in iron
In the hail of blades and flame
[Chorus]
Jan Žižka
Iron saint of war
Raise the shield wall
Hear the cannon roar
From Tábor’s hill to the kingdom’s door
They break like waves
On Žižka
Made of ore
[Verse 2]
Wooden walls of wagons
Circle into stone
Knights in silver splinters
Break on flesh and bone
He shouts
“Hold the hillside!”
Axes answer back
Hussite psalms like thunder
Drowning out the trumpets’ crack
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Blind man on the ridgeline
Still they see his hand
Drums beat out his heartbeat
Marching through the land
“Turn my hide to war paint
When I’m cold and gone
Let my fury ride the
Guns of every dawn” [gang shouts]
[Chorus]