There is no luck
It's push and shove
You make your breaks
With sweat and blood
And some may bleed
Till banks run dry
To live again
Another Try

And through the fire
And thunderous blows
We come to see
We have no foes
And sparks do fly
And the black smoke boils
As slag burns off
Onto the soil

First turned out
Then turned within
Five hundred times
Then turned again
Luminesence
Grows higher and higher

We are the steel
Of the Blacksmith's Fire

The hottest forge
Makes strongest steel
And every blow
That does not kill
Creates a blade
That's feared by kings
The truest strength
The pounding brings

And though some sleep
Ten thousand years
They will awake
Give wings to fears
There comes a time
For every sword
To be complete
To leave the forge

First turned out
Then turned within
Five hundred times
Then turned again
Luminesence
Grows higher and higher