Wanderer Tunes - Forge Of Legends Lyrics

In the heart of the village, where the fires blaze bright,
Stands a man of iron, working through the night.
With his hammer and anvil, he shapes the glowing ore,
Creating tools of strength, from the forge's mighty roar.

Swing the hammer, strike the steel,
Feel the power, the anvil's reel.
Through the fire, and through the flame,
The blacksmith's legend, we'll proclaim.

His hands are rough and calloused, but his heart is pure gold,
In the rhythm of his labor, ancient tales are told.
Sparks fly like stars, lighting up the dark,
Each blow of the hammer, leaves an everlasting mark.

Swing the hammer, strike the steel,
Feel the power, the anvil's reel.
Through the fire, and through the flame,
The blacksmith's legend, we'll proclaim.

In the heat of the forge, where destinies are sealed,
The blacksmith crafts his legacy, a warrior's shield.
With every clang and echo, a story is spun,
Of battles won and lost, beneath the rising sun.

Swing the hammer, strike the steel,
Feel the power, the anvil's reel.
Through the fire, and through the flame,
The blacksmith's legend, we'll proclaim.

From dawn till dusk, his work is never done,
Forging strength and courage, under the blazing sun.
The village thrives and prospers, by the blacksmith's hand,
His tale of fire and iron, spread across the land.

Swing the hammer, strike the steel,
Feel the power, the anvil's reel.
Through the fire, and through the flame,
The blacksmith's legend, we'll proclaim.

In the heart of the village, where the embers glow,
Stands the blacksmith, with stories to bestow.
With his hammer and anvil, his legacy endures,
A timeless epic, in the blacksmith's forge.