Interpret:

Pantera

Album:

Reinventing The Steel

Wears ten crowns, dragons heads 
Southern are the sons, Lords unmatched 
- Their eyes don't look right, should they be trusted now? 
Trashed-mouth Gods, avoided kings 
With the spirit of revolt, the ghost of youth 


Every fucking year it stays the same 
Everybody changes to suit the day 
Out of pride I'll isolate my fears 
Never turned our backs on why we're here 
We'll grind that axe for a long, long time 


Follow close, train of fools 
Just like them, just like you 
- Their eyes don't seem right 
Easily impressed' plague, dressed up fake 
No respect 


Every fucking year remains the same 
Everybody sucks-up to suit the day 
Out of hate I'll isolate myself 
Through the worst we still marched into hell 
We'll grind that axe for a long, time 
We'll grind that axe for a long, long time 
We'll grind that axe for a long, long time 
We'll grind that axe for a long, long time 
The smell in the air is chicken shit 


We'll grind that axe for a long time 
We'll grind that axe for a long time 
We'll grind that axe (x2) 
We'll grind that axe for a long time 


Every fucking song remains the same 
To everyone who sucks-up for the fame 
Out of strength you know we speak the truth 
Every trend that dies is living proof 
We'll grind that axe for a long, lnong time