Ironfold Hymn

From the black dust of the

ancient floor We

forge the steel of the

final war

With burning

soot

on

our

sacred skin

Raise the hammer,

strike the

coal (strike!) For the empire,

keep us whole (strike!) Pure iron,

divine

command

In the furnace heat we find our grace

Beneath the ash

of this holy place

The steam will rise to the graying sky

Raise the hammer, strike the coal

(strike!) For the empire,

keep us whole (strike!)

Pure iron, divine command

Strike

(strike) Strike (strike)