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Fire purifies and makes metals malleable,
So that I can mold them to my liking
To make jewelry, daggers
and ritual objects.

The fire also purifies my soul,
So that it can rise to a higher state.
The light emitting by the flames
And reflected on the iron
Enlighten the darkness that surround me.

The blows of my hammer are like thunders,
They give life to inanimate things.
When the hot metal is cooled in water
It creates steam,
Its first breath of life.

Forge of weapons and priests.
The metallurgy is a sacred art.
I extract materials from the earth,
I tame them with fire,
I fortify them with water
And the wind makes them sing.

The slags produced will return to earth,
They are not yet ready,
Too much is the darkness that envelops them.

The blows of my hammer are like thunders,
They give life to inanimate things.
When the hot metal is cooled in water
It creates steam,
Its first breath of life.

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