Sneaky

Iron was forged through our ages,
for it we mined the mountains away,
iron feather wrote war`s bloody pages,
honor shots over graves the last ironey.

Our language reflects our madness,
steelyminded we are, ironwilled,
battlefield sights fill us with sadness,
`cause bloody iron, iron blood was spilled.

In vain do we seek the magic rust,
the iron in us is of stainless variety,
and an iron price we will pay at last,
for our iron tools, our iron society.