Letras
At home the table's set with steel,
Every word is law, every rule is real.
Children silent, wife bows her head,
Sir Jerome's word is the bread they're fed.
The whip and the fist, the law of the land,
Cold steel eyes, a heavy hand.
The whip and the fist, no mercy shown,
A house of silence, carved in stone.
No laughter dares to cross the floor,
Every smile feels like war.
He rules with fire, commands with rage,
A tyrant king in his own cage.
The whip and the fist, the law of the land,
Cold steel eyes, a heavy hand.
The whip and the fist, no mercy shown,
A house of silence, carved in stone.
The whip and the fist, the law of the land,
Cold steel eyes, a heavy hand.
The whip and the fist, no mercy shown,
Sir Jerome's word is carved in stone.
The whip and the fist, no mercy shown,
Sir Jerome's word is carved in stone.
The whip and the fist, no mercy shown,
Sir Jerome's word is carved in stone.