There are the last rays of sunshine morning The fire soon took shape And was respectfully greeted by blacksmith The steel obeyed his will and income is under fire
Forged by iron and fire
In the eyes of blacksmith reflected the first sparks Melted turning them into a true River of blood red and bright In the hands of blacksmith imposing The absolute power sword
Forged by iron and fireTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.