Lord of the Blacksmiths - Falconer

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

The lord of the blacksmiths keeps forging on

Through the endless time

Master of the anvil alloys the metals

With an essence of magic