Amoxiana
Steel wants
Nothing more
Take hold
Face the door
Poured from section old
She will
Take your heart and wash it cold
She won't
Set you free
Born in a place of
Destiny
Cradle mined
She will
Taste your life and ride it blind
Give me
Half an hour
Forge one
Blade of power
Locus of sight divine
She will
Tear you up and waste your mind
Writer/s: Rich Black
