You wake up to a cold grey sky
Where heavy metal giants lie
The diesel smoke is thick and black
There is no way of turning back
Roll the iron through the mud
Steel and oil and salted blood
Hold your breath and aim it true
The valley waits for someone new
You scan the ridge for one small glint
A sudden flash a deadly hint
The turret turns with a heavy groan
You face the open field alone
Roll the iron through the mud
Steel and oil and salted blood
Hold your breath and aim it true
The valley waits for someone new
The tracks will bite the frozen ground
The only peace is a distant sound
You smell the grease and the burnt-out wire
The horizon glows with a sudden fire
One shot left in the smoking gun
The long retreat has just begun
The engine screams in a rusted tone
A king of scrap on a broken throne
You duck behind a ruined wall
And watch the heavy hammers fall
The coffee's cold in a metal tin
Wait for the final charge to begin
Roll the iron through the mud
Steel and oil and salted blood
Hold your breath and aim it true
The valley waits for someone new
The sun dips low on the jagged peak
The armor plates are worn and weak
You count the shells in the wooden crate
And leave the victory up to fate
Roll the iron through the mud
Steel and oil and salted blood
Hold your breath and aim it true
The valley waits for someone new
Just a ghost in the gear
Only iron stays here
Hold the line.
