Through the mists of long ages past
in a time of great gods and alchemy
beneath dark stones and caverns deep
worked a strange and mystic sorcery
born in thunder from the mountain
awakened by an ancient flame
forged by immortal power
the mighty swords of Wayland came

White metal upon the anvil rings
shining steel on iron lay
cooled in the dew of early morning
runes of prophecy carved along the blade
who has seen this shadowy smith?
From the dwarves of Iceland learned his trade
the noble craftsman of magick metal work
the mighty swords of Wayland came

Follow along the ancient way
to where the silent cromlech lies
hear the stones speak in whispers
timeless voices sing his praise
for such power won't stay hidden through time
within the secret of the blades
from the blacksmith of the immortals
the might swords of Wayland came

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