Forefather - Iron Hand lyrics

A dark cloud descends on our domain The storm of dread, the wielder of pain Pounded by the iron rain up high Now an onslaught of terror is nigh A war has begun The war must be won Fortress so tall to oppress her Lord of enforcement, aggressor Founding a war that will run For a thousand years to come Born to rule with an iron hand Waging fire throughout the land Work the machine, blood, swear and tears This war will run for a thousand years Baron ways bring barren lands Feuding for power, blood on their hands Overlords with ambition deranged Ruthless rule, a kingdom up in flames