Anahata - Strength Through Steel

Gather 'round I'll tell you
What the blacksmith said to me
He took me in when I was small
Raised me strong and by the sword

I slung a hammer
'til the age of fourteen winters old
'Twas then he granted me a sword
To one day wield and to behold
I practiced day and night
Slaying monsters of the greatest evil heights
Conjured up by the mind of a boy who would be King

Oh Blacksmith
Teach me of your ancient ways
Gift to me the secret of the burning steel
Teach me how to wield the weapon of the shining stars
Hone for me the ancient cleaver of the Gods

Strength through steel
You'll have to kill me cuz I'll never kneel

'Twas a cold dark winter night
And the frost was biting deep
And I smelled that forge's fire
Heard the anvil ring from just outside the old and slumbering keep

And the storm blew long
And the storm blew tall and loud
A torrent of eternal white
Blistering fierce as it howled into the night

Many weapons come and go
Cutting men down, cleaving deep and to the bone
Stack 'em high, smelt 'em down, for they mean naught
He'll never trade you for the blacksmith has his own

Strength through steel