Gather 'round I'll tell you What the blacksmith said to me He took me in when I was small Raised me strong and by the sword
I slung a hammer 'til the age of fourteen winters old 'Twas then he granted me a sword To one day wield and to behold I practiced day and night Slaying monsters of the greatest evil heights Conjured up by the mind of a boy who would be King
Oh Blacksmith Teach me of your ancient ways Gift to me the secret of the burning steel Teach me how to wield the weapon of the shining stars Hone for me the ancient cleaver of the Gods
Strength through steel You'll have to kill me cuz I'll never kneel
'Twas a cold dark winter night And the frost was biting deep And I smelled that forge's fire Heard the anvil ring from just outside the old and slumbering keep
And the storm blew long And the storm blew tall and loud A torrent of eternal white Blistering fierce as it howled into the night
Many weapons come and go Cutting men down, cleaving deep and to the bone Stack 'em high, smelt 'em down, for they mean naught He'll never trade you for the blacksmith has his own
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