The Bewitched Blacksmith
[Wolf howling]
[Sinister Instrumental]
[Verse 1]
In a forge long abandoned, where the coals still glow,
A blacksmith's spirit wanders, cursed by a foe.
His hammer once mighty, his forge once a blaze,
Now his work is a whisper in the ghostly haze.
[Pre-Chorus]
He crafted with skill, with fire and might,
But a jealous sorcerer turned his day to night.
Each Halloween's eve, he hammers away,
In a spectral forge where the shadows play.
[Chorus]
The Bewitched Blacksmith, with a hammer of gloom,
Works in the shadows of his haunted room.
His metal is cold, his fire's turned to ash,
As he seeks redemption for a spell's cruel clash.
So heed the warning when the moon's at its peak,
For the blacksmith's curse makes the bold grow weak.
[Sinister Instrumental]
[Verse 2]
His anvil now echoes with the clang of despair,
His forge a cold grave where no warmth can repair.
He swings his great hammer with a mournful sound,
Forging his sorrow in the dark underground.
[Pre-Chorus]
He was betrayed by envy, by a rival's spite,
Cursed to work forever in the dead of night.
Each Halloween night, his hammer strikes slow,
As he tries to escape from his sorrowful woe.
[Chorus]
The Bewitched Blacksmith, with a hammer of gloom,
Works in the shadows of his haunted room.
His metal is cold, his fire's turned to ash,
As he seeks redemption for a spell's cruel clash.
So heed the warning when the moon's at its peak,
For the blacksmith's curse makes the bold grow weak.
[Sinister Instrumental]
[Bridge]
His forge is a beacon in the darkened night,
A reminder of vengeance and a painful plight.
The ghosts of his work haunt the empty space,
As he toils for redemption he cannot erase.
[Chorus]
The Bewitched Blacksmith, with a hammer of gloom,
Works in the shadows of his haunted room.
His metal is cold, his fire's turned to ash,
As he seeks redemption for a spell's cruel clash.
So heed the warning when the moon's at its peak,
For the blacksmith's curse makes the bold grow weak.
[Wolf howl]
[Sinister Instrumental]
[End]
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English
The Bewitched Blacksmith
[Wolf howling]
[Sinister Instrumental]
[Verse 1]
In a forge long abandoned, where the coals still glow,
A blacksmith's spirit wanders, cursed by a foe.
His hammer once mighty, his forge once a blaze,
Now his work is a whisper in the ghostly haze.
[Pre-Chorus]
He crafted with skill, with fire and might,
But a jealous sorcerer turned his day to night.
Each Halloween's eve, he hammers away,
In a spectral forge where the shadows play.
[Chorus]
The Bewitched Blacksmith, with a hammer of gloom,
Works in the shadows of his haunted room.
His metal is cold, his fire's turned to ash,
As he seeks redemption for a spell's cruel clash.
So heed the warning when the moon's at its peak,
For the blacksmith's curse makes the bold grow weak.
[Sinister Instrumental]
[Verse 2]
His anvil now echoes with the clang of despair,
His forge a cold grave where no warmth can repair.
He swings his great hammer with a mournful sound,
Forging his sorrow in the dark underground.
[Pre-Chorus]
He was betrayed by envy, by a rival's spite,
Cursed to work forever in the dead of night.
Each Halloween night, his hammer strikes slow,
As he tries to escape from his sorrowful woe.
[Chorus]
The Bewitched Blacksmith, with a hammer of gloom,
Works in the shadows of his haunted room.
His metal is cold, his fire's turned to ash,
As he seeks redemption for a spell's cruel clash.
So heed the warning when the moon's at its peak,
For the blacksmith's curse makes the bold grow weak.
[Sinister Instrumental]
[Bridge]
His forge is a beacon in the darkened night,
A reminder of vengeance and a painful plight.
The ghosts of his work haunt the empty space,
As he toils for redemption he cannot erase.
[Chorus]
The Bewitched Blacksmith, with a hammer of gloom,
Works in the shadows of his haunted room.
His metal is cold, his fire's turned to ash,
As he seeks redemption for a spell's cruel clash.
So heed the warning when the moon's at its peak,
For the blacksmith's curse makes the bold grow weak.
[Wolf howl]
[Sinister Instrumental]
[End]
[Wolf howling]
[Sinister Instrumental]
[Verse 1]
In a forge long abandoned, where the coals still glow,
A blacksmith's spirit wanders, cursed by a foe.
His hammer once mighty, his forge once a blaze,
Now his work is a whisper in the ghostly haze.
[Pre-Chorus]
He crafted with skill, with fire and might,
But a jealous sorcerer turned his day to night.
Each Halloween's eve, he hammers away,
In a spectral forge where the shadows play.
[Chorus]
The Bewitched Blacksmith, with a hammer of gloom,
Works in the shadows of his haunted room.
His metal is cold, his fire's turned to ash,
As he seeks redemption for a spell's cruel clash.
So heed the warning when the moon's at its peak,
For the blacksmith's curse makes the bold grow weak.
[Sinister Instrumental]
[Verse 2]
His anvil now echoes with the clang of despair,
His forge a cold grave where no warmth can repair.
He swings his great hammer with a mournful sound,
Forging his sorrow in the dark underground.
[Pre-Chorus]
He was betrayed by envy, by a rival's spite,
Cursed to work forever in the dead of night.
Each Halloween night, his hammer strikes slow,
As he tries to escape from his sorrowful woe.
[Chorus]
The Bewitched Blacksmith, with a hammer of gloom,
Works in the shadows of his haunted room.
His metal is cold, his fire's turned to ash,
As he seeks redemption for a spell's cruel clash.
So heed the warning when the moon's at its peak,
For the blacksmith's curse makes the bold grow weak.
[Sinister Instrumental]
[Bridge]
His forge is a beacon in the darkened night,
A reminder of vengeance and a painful plight.
The ghosts of his work haunt the empty space,
As he toils for redemption he cannot erase.
[Chorus]
The Bewitched Blacksmith, with a hammer of gloom,
Works in the shadows of his haunted room.
His metal is cold, his fire's turned to ash,
As he seeks redemption for a spell's cruel clash.
So heed the warning when the moon's at its peak,
For the blacksmith's curse makes the bold grow weak.
[Wolf howl]
[Sinister Instrumental]
[End]
Writer: Bruce Alan Marcom
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC