Where the winds sing the laments of times long gone Where the elves dance their dances of solitude Hearken to the mountain can you hear the echoes of the hammer's beat from deep within the shadows?
The lord of the blacksmith keeps forging on through the endless time Master of the anvil alloys the metals with an essence of magic
With wisdom and sorcery from the beginning of time magnificent works are forged for gods and for mighty kings Uncrushable shields power belts and magic rings Swords that never miss sceptres and crowns and other things
There is a holy presence in his hidden existence Listen to the hymn it sings in the galleries Powerful runes he carves into the shining steel to have protection from the powers of mystery
