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Sunday 5 April 2015

West Wall - (Man With The) Iron Fist (/GVB)

Lift the gate, prepare for siege
And let the cannonbals fly
No surrender, no terms of truce
We'll fight till the last man dies
you won't step a foot in my castle
My lines is drawn in the sand
And if you to cross tht line
I'll bet you with one good hand
Your cannonball may take by hand

But I don't give a shit
Up your ass! Don't criss the man!
The man with the iron fist!!!!!
Knock me own, blow me apart
You can test my strenght and grit
Up your ass! Don't cross the man!
The man with iron fist!

They call my a robber, they call me a baron
Its all the same to me
I live to quarrel, I live to feud
Knighthood my destiny
Call me a hero, call me a villain
My cours in life is set
Live for adventure, love to fight
In this life I've no regrets
Your cannonball may take my hand

But I don't give a shit
Up your ass! Don't criss the man!
The man with the iron fist!!!!!
Knock me own, blow me apart
You can test my strenght and grit
Up your ass! Don't cross the man!
The man with iron fist!

Call us out, to come out and play
But we don't like to play nice
W're the men in gray, who enjo a fray
And know the meaning of sacrficie
Duty till death, no regrets
The Halls of Heroes know our call
Death and glory have smiled on us
The legion has fought them all
That knightly duty has called to us
We know we've bled with the best
Up your ass!!!! Don't cross the men
The men of the Iron Fist
Our magic number is seventeen
And don't your ever forget
Up your ass, don't cros the men
The men of the Iron Fist

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