THE BLACKSMITH.
I...I...I, went through the heat of flame,
After me was burnt the land,
Bloody hymns were sung by air...
Crucified amongst the crowd,
Into void thrown down,
I was cursed by gods of Abyss...
I...I...I've abandoned Dark and Light,
To the Flame devoting life,
Not the pain or felicity...
Between realms my house is built,
Flame in it is always lit,
Against will attracting people...
Fire is dancing, flows the light
Past's slowly melting, no more hope to find...
Fire is dancing, no more hope to find!
Glows heating forge, the flame of dashing hearts is hooting loud,
You are nought and I'm the only one...
Through smoke you'll pass and, stepping into flame,
You'll see what is the Light... And Dark...
I...I...I'm the master of all ways,
Between days and nightly shades,
Procurator of the pantheon...
Through the night you walk to me,
Single broad path you see,
Lying under skies of heaven...
Through the flame you have to pass,
Either fade or find your path,
Ressurecting at the cradle...
I...I...I'm the master of the trips,
Actor and a soul blacksmith
Brother of the flame and thunder!
Fire is dancing, flows the light
Past's slowly melting, no more hope to find...
Fire is dancing, no more hope to find!
Glows heating forge, the flame of dashing hearts is hooting loud,
You are nought and I'm the only one...
Through smoke you'll pass and, stepping into flame,
You'll see what is the Light... And Dark...
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