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Iron I know your genesis
From elements separation
At first comes Air your mother
Then comes Water your sister

Three filled virgins are born from you
Black milk for sweet iron
White for steel's origin
Red for cast iron

You have been created
But it lacks you a shape
Now that you're born
You'll turn into a sword

Almarinen, hammer in hand
Has to feed the smithy
You've been iron seed
And you'll sink in deep fire
Scream! Scream!
I hear your words, not to kill
Never break the oath
Meet your sister to be tough
Because your mouth is still a void
No water only the black bee, Hell's Bird
Iron needs what you gather
From six flowers
But you're turning evil!

Hell's Bird throws six poisons
Venomous liquid to soak the sword
Infernal swarm, beginning of war
Third creation is turning black

Fury, craziness, storm of hate
Iron, no! Don't break the oath
It's too late, you repudicated
Now is the rush, now is blood

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