I am the mat of heavy thread
Where heavy kings have bled a red
I feel the weight of every bone
A heavy seed that fate has sown
The salt is thick upon the air
A brutal kind of kind despair
They trade their blood for one gold prize
With jagged hate inside their eyes
Swing the iron, feel the blow
Watch the red river start to flow
One more hit and then you fall
Heed the heavy fighting call
A small white glove is tossed away
To start the dance of deadly play
The thunder rolls inside the chest
A sudden end to every rest
Swing the iron, feel the blow
Watch the red river start to flow
One more hit and then you fall
Heed the heavy fighting call
I hold the heat of every fist
A sudden turn, a deadly twist
No one wins when the light goes dim
The cup is full up to the brim
A father screams a broken name
A burning fuel for every flame
They fight for ghosts they cannot see
A locked cage with a rusted key
The storm is howling at the gate
A heavy hand of sudden fate
I soak the sweat and soak the grime
Counting down the final time
Swing the iron, feel the blow
Watch the red river start to flow
One more hit and then you fall
Heed the heavy fighting call
The lamp is low.
The ring is still.
Just a cold winter chill.
