lord of the blacksmiths

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 blacksmiths 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

scepters and crowns and other things

the lord of the blacksmiths keeps forging on

through the endless time

master of the anvil

alloys the metals with an essence of magic

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

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 blacksmiths keeps forging on

through the endless time

master of the anvil

alloys the metals with an essence of magic