Kiss by Hammer

Dry black desert, northern hell Like raw sirene sounds black bell Smoke and fire, dirty path Live like a rats Coalcart just derail In ditch man failed, smashed his brain In ice cold cave birds squeeks Their end is near Every rose has it´s spike – ostravian breed – black ones But we let them all die – covered by fear Feeling the misery under the gray clouds Like old magdon in pub he shows He shows his hands without a buck, but he´s full of hatred Hundred years digging a bread and coal Black dust in me, next hill to blow Hundred years in the hell, and still full of hatred Coal dust land in my eyes Ruby lips turn to the dust Off hair and beard fall it down Replaceable and gone Hundred years of silence and now we´ll go Kiss by the hammer is what we´ll show Kiss by the hammer by the man who feel hatred Worship the chaos in mining holes Lucifer´s hell, ostrava black moles Fireplace is gone, remain just hatred