Asbestos Born Wrath

Spirits cement and smoke in the air
Born of the fjord the industrial glare
Booze-fueled brawls of the furnaces might
Outsiders scorn the dust and our plight
Concrete beatings of our iron reign
Liquor-fueled blood runs through our veins
Putrid streets hate ingrained
Foreign flesh to be maimed

From the shade of our smokestacks cursed and black
Dust in our lungs no turning back
Knives in our pockets, eyes full of spite
We cut down the weak in the dead of the night

Asbestos born wrath

A savage beating for an unwelcome glance
Blood paints the walls where leather reigns
Asbestos born wrath we do not forgive
Cross in our line and you will not live
Morbid tales from the piss-ridden street
Debauchery festers where the true ones meet
Stench filled streets of sex and sin
Your death will come
When Speedslut steps in

From the shade of our smokestacks cursed and black
Dust in our lungs no turning back
Knives in our pockets, eyes full of spite
We cut down the weak in the dead of the night

Asbestos born wrath

From the shade of our smokestacks cursed and black
Dust in our lungs no turning back
Knives in our pockets, eyes full of spite
We cut down the weak in the dead of the night

Asbestos born wrath