We're no strangers to love You know the rules and so do I A full commitment's what I'm thinking of You wouldn't... ah, forget it Born in the ashes Each night I used to dream of being a fighter It seemed to me to be the right key for me to strive for I mindlessly believed I'd lead a life of real excitement Heedless of the peace of mind I'd need to leave behind for it I lay to rest the playful innocent days I was a lad Now I'm driven by the hate to vindicate my mum and dad Eliminate the man who won't discriminate 'tween good and bad Flay him with the blade I made and feel the pain I've suffered That whoreson ripped away the pure fulfillment that I could have had So should you ask me if I'd love to kill him: Well yeah, just a tad I'll thrust and stab him 'til he's just a sack of blood and rags Then drag him through the gutter, shove him back into his mother's vag Gather the ashes of the pillaged village and then build a palace We'll fill a chalice and then tilt it out for silver Skalitz Born in the ashes of a joy torn away from me I was a boy whose dreams turned round and now they're chasing me Born in the ashes of a simple and wholesome being I was a boy whose goals turned round unfolding in ways unseen Born in the ashes Sharp metal leaves a vicious cut, but nettle leaves'll fix it up Our quest'll being inflicting justice on the beasts who think it's nothin' So run to Sigismund, give him the signal, this is coming And that imprisonment isn't the system with which he'll be punished He'll witness his kingdom coming down without deliverance As brick and rubble crumbles, crushing his ambition into dust I'm just a humble smith's son who won't be pissed on Who won't stop thinking of you gettin' hung 'til it's done You'll tell me what I need to know or there'll be fists swung A knuckle sandwich always loosens up a stiff tongue Witness the son of a blacksmith giving someone a slapped wrist With a couple of axes, the fact is, your death is a certain as taxes Gather the ashes of the pillaged village and then build a palace We'll fill a chalice and then tilt it out for silver Skalitz Born in the ashes of a joy torn away from me I was a boy whose dreams turned round and now they're chasing me Born in the ashes of a simple and wholesome being I was a boy whose goals turned round unfolding in ways unseen Born in the ashes I know I'm no genius, but no leader of Bohemia's so lenient That they won't see me looking like I'm lacking obedience I don't show allegiance to no thieving deviants Or show weakness, I grow freely from home grown ingredients I will train until our name and the vow I made are renowned A phrase that'll travel way throughout the reign resound and make any man afraid Who are now engaged in power plays, they'll have a case of sour grapes They'll bow in shame, marrow, veins, bowel and brains will drown in pain Flowers placed on a shallow grave, hell awaits you But now Satan's an hour late at the tower gates The panel breaks and the foundations Now shaking, ground quaking, devout placing our faith In the hallowed grace and marinade it 'til the arrows rain, the spell, it breaks Nothing can heal the damage, this anguish will not vanish The grief's so real, it's not a feeling I'll reveal with language But Radzig Kobyla's got the will to help dispel the hell Let's never stop until we've got the steel that killed your dad Let's gather the ashes of the pillaged village and then build a palace We'll fill a chalice and then tilt it out for silver Skalitz Born in the ashes of a joy torn away from me I was a boy whose dreams turned round and now they're chasing me Born in the ashes of a simple and wholesome being I was a boy whose goals turned round unfolding in ways unseen Born in the ashes Born in the ashes