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