🎵 Lyrics
In frozen mist we wade and wait Where red veins bleed beneath the peat The marsh deceives, the ground denies Only the knowing see with iron eyes By moon and frost, by scar and bone We read the land like it reads our own Too shallow breaks, too deep it drowns The right strike sings beneath the ground Strike the bog! (Strike!) Find the vein! (Find!) Red as blood! (Red!) Pure as pain! (Pure!) We haul it slow through mire and sleet Rust-red tears at our frozen feet In furnace breath the marsh is slain Blood turns fire, fire turns blade Not all iron wakes to form Some will crack, some will warp But we know heat, and time, and force We bend the metal to its course We are the Bloodsmiths, marsh-born and sworn From iron-red earth our blades are born Edge like fate, spine like stone No hand but ours could make them known Heat! — Hold! Fold! — Strike! Quench! — Bind! By fire! By blood! By craft! By will! Kings may boast of gold and crown But steel decides when thrones fall down Magic sings, but blades must bite And ours remember every strike If spell or curse should fail its call Red iron stands when empires fall For what we forge is more than war It is the craft the world is for We are the Bloodsmiths, cold and proud Our forges roar, our hammers loud Only magic dares exceed The edge we carve from blood and peat Blood of marsh… Edge of steel… Known by cut… Known by kill…