Anvil in My Veins

Boots in the gravel

Beard full of ash and ale

Black smoke in my lungs

Iron dust under my nails

Stone crown on my forehead

Scar like a mountain range

I was carved in a cavern

Built for the weight and the rage

I got an anvil in my veins

Hammer in my hands

I was born from broken chains

Deep beneath this land

Let the high kings curse my name

I still stand in flame

I got an anvil in my veins

You will remember the clang

Teeth taste of copper

From the last war I bit

I don’t pray to pretty idols

I just sharpen and spit

Gold gleam on my knuckles

Rust ringing in my ears

I drink fire

Laugh at thunder

Turn my fear into spears

I got an anvil in my veins

Hammer in my hands

I was born from broken chains

Deep beneath this land

Let the high kings curse my name

I still stand in flame

I got an anvil in my veins

You will remember the clang

[Drums and boots stomp

Crowd-chant]

Stone and steel

Blood and brand

Short in height

Heavy in hand (hey!)

We don’t kneel

We just expand

Carved from rock

Never from sand

I got an anvil in my veins

Hammer in my hands

I was born from broken chains

Deep beneath this land

Let the high kings curse my name

I still stand in flame

I got an anvil in my veins

You will remember the clang