The wall

The wall

I swing the axe against the wall
Even though the wall is made of goddamn iron
It won't spark and the axe won't sink in the wall
I will be left here in the misery, stuck in the ironwall

I grab this knife
A firm grip on the sharp end
It won't spark, the blade is sinking into the fingers
I will be left here in this hell, stuck in a cold blade

refrain:
I'm beating out the bad blood
A thousand times
When I'm sliding along the Styx
For the first time

I burn everything from the head to toes
I suffer I almost collapse on the ashes
And I won't spark, my fists won't sink into the gate
I will be left here, hanging on the top of the hot spear

refrain

I'm beating out the bad blood
A thousand times
When I'm sliding along the Styx
For the last time

refrain

I'm beating out the bad blood
For the last time
When I'm sliding along the Styx
A thousand times