| I know the iron sky |
| Will never stop this light |
| Not when the dawn is strong |
| Enough to break the heart of night |
| Someday the sun will melt these iron eyes |
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| Sometimes I think I might have seen too much |
| My iris aches for a human touch |
| I've watched a thousand little lives pass here |
| The dark imprints, the horror sears |
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| Sometimes I think I might have borne too much |
| My shoulders ache, my alloy rusts |
| My legs are armoured by the scars and tears |
| But I know too my body is getting there |
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| I'm made of memories and bronze and scrap |
| My bones are silver and my eyes are black |
| I am the armour and the sheath and in |
| Your fire I forge my skin |
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| I know the iron sky |
| Could never stop this light |
| Not when these wings of purpose |
| Beat against the night |
| My eyes, they gleam and glimmer as I testify |
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| So as the light decays |
| Against the dying days |
| I'll let its warm embrace |
| Upon my heart engrave |
| A mark, my skin is steel under darker skies, iron eyes |
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| Upon the roots I lay my path ahead... |
| The seedlings bloom, under tar and dread |
| But still I stand beneath a tree that bears |
| The scars of a wasteland, a life repaired |
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| Under my armour lies an unknown thing |
| The blood writes its songs and its ardor sings |
| Maxim invulnerable, but self-impaired |
| No one ever loved without first being scared |
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| I'm made of memories and bronze and scrap |
| My bones are silver and my eyes are black |
| I am the armour and the sheath and in |
| Your fire I forge my skin |
|
| I know the iron sky |
| Could never stop this light |
| Not when these wings of purpose |
| Beat against the night |
| My eyes, they gleam and glimmer as I testify |
|
| So as the light decays |
| Against the dying days |
| I'll let its warm embrace |
| Upon my heart engrave |
| A mark, my skin is steel under darker skies, iron eyes |
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| Truth comes as porcelain, a fragile friend |
| To hide within our timbers |
| My wooden soul will keep it strong and keep it hidden |
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| My courage ebbs and smoulders |
| As it does in everyone of us... |
| I pray it burns right through my chest |
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| I'm made of memories and bronze and scrap |
| My bones are silver and my eyes are black |
| I am the armour and the sheath and in |
| Your fire I forge my skin... |
| The fire beats the sin |
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| I know the iron sky |
| Will never stop this light |
| Not when the dawn is strong |
| Enough to break the heart of night |
| Someday the sun will melt these iron eyes |
|
| I know the iron sky |
| Will never stop this light |
| Not when these wings of purpose |
| Beat against the night |
| My eyes, they gleam and glimmer as I testify |
|
| So as the light decays |
| Against the dying days |
| I'll let its warm embrace |
| Upon my heart engrave |
| A mark, my skin is steel under darker skies |
|
| I know the iron sky |
| Won't stop my light |
| My eyes, they gleam and glimmer as I testify |
|
| So as the light decays |
| These dying days leave a mark |
| My skin is steel under darker skies, iron eyes |
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