Blacksmith's Fire

There is no luck

It's push and shove

You make your breaks

With sweat and blood

And some may bleed

Till banks run dry

To live again

Another Try

And through the fire

And thunderous blows

We come to see

We have no foes

And sparks do fly

And the black smoke boils

As slag burns off

Onto the soil

First turned out

Then turned within

Five hundred times

Then turned again

Luminesence

Grows higher and higher

We are the steel

Of the Blacksmith's Fire

The hottest forge

Makes strongest steel

And every blow

That does not kill

Creates a blade

That's feared by kings

The truest strength

The pounding brings

And though some sleep

Ten thousand years

They will awake

Give wings to fears

There comes a time

For every sword

To be complete

To leave the forge

First turned out

Then turned within

Five hundred times

Then turned again

Luminesence

Grows higher and higher