Bog-iron ore
And mountain flame
A nameless blade
With a hidden name
Into the furnace
Where spirits scream
Waking the metal
From a thousand year dream
I am the hammer
I am the strike
Forging a weapon
The gods will like
The sparks are flying
The coal is red
Feeding the hunger
Of the ancient dead
Iron and ember
Binding the soul
Making the broken
Forever whole
Strike on the anvil
Strike on the bone
A blood oath written
In steel and stone
Quench it in water
Quench it in blood
Lifted from ashes
And lifted from mud
The edge is a whisper
The weight is a roar
Singing the anthem
Of eternal war
No longer iron
No longer cold
A burning legacy
For the brave and the bold
The metal is breathing
The fire is hungry
Forge the oath
Iron and ember
Binding the soul
Making the broken
Forever whole
Strike on the anvil
Strike on the bone
A blood oath written
In steel and stone
The blade
Is awake
