Icon of the ages
Make my day with will
Favored by the sages
Tempered in the furnace
Flames fanned by bellows
Of a breath infernal
Hammer and anvil
Beat impurities from ore
Inhale the book of breath
Inhale the book of breath
Melt fissure from core
In heap of iron slay
Steam shrouds the forge
Demon's face stares back
They shall hear hell roar
In flush of ember's afterglow
Wash our filth away with ashes
Cauterize our weeping gashes
Inhale the book of breath
Inhale the book of breath
We sink like lead, no soul unscathed
The echo of bellows forever engraved
Our mystic lore will die with us
As guild commands
Vulcan's craft lend art
Burn our blistered palms
Forge will melt the dark scab lungs
To fry out spit of spark
And we shall sink like lead
No inch of flesh left unscarred
Distant echoes, boiling bellows
Scorch ether, crisp and charred
Inhale the book of breath
Exhale the book of breath
