Forged in Dusk
The cobble cold beneath my feet
A blade of steel,
the dark complete
I forge the path through hollow mist
With iron clasped around my wrist
Midnight calls, the iron sings In the shadow of
forgotten kings We craft the light from silver cold
A quiet blade, a truth untold
Two hundred years of silent stone
I weld the edge,
I walk alone
The sparks fly high like dying stars To heal the old and
ancient scars
Cold steel... Quiet path...