I was tired Had walked for miles Left my post Fled like a ghost When it started to rain At the inn, I hid my face He pulled her through the door Right then and there, I swore She was to be mine I can't just sit by Something shifts inside No more can I hide What made me iron? What put death in my eyes? I am the mountain of fire In my ashes, he'll die And over his grave, flowers and fruit will grow Bountiful, the wreckage left in my wake Threw the hatchet down Fingers hit the ground Blood splattered the crown Don't look back, just run His dogs are whipped and starved I won't simply be hung He will show no mercy I'll ask for no quarter He will show no mercy I'll ask for no quarter What made me iron? What put death in my eyes? I am the mountain of fire In my ashes, he'll die And over his grave, flowers and fruit will grow Bountiful, the wreckage left in my wake And over his grave, flowers and fruit will grow Bountiful, the wreckage left in my wake Bountiful, the wreckage left in my wake Bountiful, the wreckage...