The Anvil Lyrics
England's on the anvil - hear the hammers ring
Clanging from the Severn to the Tyne
Never was a blacksmith like our Norman King
England's being hammered into line
England's on the anvil - heavy are the blows
Ordered by the tyrant bastard son
Destiny has cursed us with the maker of our woes
England's being hammered into one
Sorrow for the conquered, wretched is their doom
Marshalled from the mountains to the shore
Withered in the shadow of the ruthless victor horde
Toiling in the silent throes of war
England’s in the furnace, tempered by the flames
Cast into a spiral of decline
Grievous is the pounding in this iron-fisted forge
England’s being fashioned by design
'With bloody sword came he
Cold heart and bloody hand
Now rule the English land'
- Heimskringla
England's on the anvil - hear those hammers ring
Clanging from the Severn to the Tyne
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Never was a blacksmith like our Norman King
England's being hammered, hammered into line
Glowing on the anvil, faithful sons awake
Banish this usurper from the throne
Furl his sacred standard tight fixed with dragon seal
And send it with our blessings back to Rome
