(TiptonHalfordDowning)

Pounding the world like a battering ram

Forging the furnace for the final grand slam

Chopping away at the source soon the course will be done

Leaving a trail of destruction that's second to none



Hammering anvils straining muscle and might

Shattering blows crashing browbeating fright

Fast devastating and desolisating the curse

Blasting the cannons of truth through each man of this earth



Wielding the axe comes the one culmination

That's always seemed certain to bring down the curtain on greed



Sifting the good from the bad it's the age for the rage

Of the dogs which must fall to the just and be free



Now grate for the vandals who trampled and sampled

Till this place conditioned brought forth demolition to war



The slipping and sliding corrosive subsiding

That withered and wained till the world seemed all drained fills the bay



Pounding the world like a battering ram

Forging the furnace for the final grand slam

Chopping away at the source soon the course will be done

Leaving a trail of destruction that's second to none

Second to none