Below the surface of the Earth,
In ancient flame the steel was born,
Waiting for aeons to be found,
Like world was waiting to be born.
Brought from Earth's womb to mankind,
Uncontrolled power and savage might.
Tamed by wisdom of craftsmen,
Bought with the blood, the sweat, the tears,
Sparks of forging struck like stars,
In the hardened faces of the gods.
Like gods creating the World,
The blacksmiths forging their swords.
Like warriors fighting their fights,
The people are meant to die.
The power that they've brought to Earth,
Forbidden, angry, full of fear,
Soon corrupted their weak minds,
And hatred has filled their hearts.
Sick and tired hopeless souls,
Didn't expect the end of it all,
Unsatisfied all their needs,
Blinded by rage and greed.
Wastelands are for you to see,
Endless war, no reckoning,
Evil that men do prevails,
Gods have died, so have men...
Like gods creating the world,
The blacksmiths forging their swords.
Like warriors fighting their fights,
The people are meant to die.