You have a hammer, you have some skill
To make the weapons, for soldiers kill
The muscle-power, that´s who is talking
The hammerblow is powerfull as lightningstrike to cliff apex
(STEEL, MY SOUL, LIKE MOON)
In winternight, in my dreams
(SPARKS, LIKE GOLD, FLYING)
When hammer strikes on anvil
(BLADE, OF SWORD, TAKE SHAPE)
Of it´s own by the power
The Smith´s work is so sharp that
you can have a wound by touching it
The rancid fortune, not fairly luck
His rusty hammer, blade made of rock
He lives like vagapond, his guts are screaming
His life barred between the hammer, masters order to anvil
(STEEL, MY SOUL, LIKE MOON)
In winternight, in my dreams
(SPARKS, LIKE GOLD, FLYING)
When hammer strikes on anvil
(BLADE, OF SWORD, TAKE SHAPE)
Of it´s own by the power
The Smith´s work is so sharp that
you can have a wound by touching it
Make a weapon, make some death
Your master´s fury, your own myth
You have to agree, you`re just a smith
But you have power, to release it
Agree with master, agree to kill
Agree to manhandle, inhuman thrill
Make a weapon, make some death
Your master`s fury, for work of Smith
You have a hammer, you have some skill
To make the weapons, for soldiers kill
The muscle-power, that´s who is talking
The hammerblow is powerfull as lightningstrike to cliff apex
(STEEL, MY SOUL, LIKE MOON)
In winternight, in my dreams
(SPARKS, LIKE GOLD, FLYING)
When hammer strikes on anvil
(BLADE, OF SWORD, TAKE SHAPE)
Of it´s own by the power
The Smith´s work is so sharp that
you can have a wound by touching it
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