I break and hammer, cleave and create
     my punches stretch, force the mark
     I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid
     of spiders, rats or rattlesnakes

I toil and sweat, I pant for breath
the water is startled and whines an outcry
the bellows insufflate, swell ans aspirate
the flaming white iron bends

     I break and hammer, cleave and create
     my punches stretch, force the mark
     I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid
     of open air or a long corridor

arc after arc my arm carries out
the wishes of my master's eye
I hammer harder to hard
beat sparks out of my burning heart

     I break and hammer, cleave and create
     my punches stretch, force the mark
     I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid
     of heights, neither of downfall

no sun is shining over here, there is no day
no morning, dusk or night, no time
is counting over here, just the sledgehammer blow
the rhythm of my punching strength

     I break and hammer, cleave and create
     my punches stretch, force the mark
     I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid
     of fears and their compulsion and urge