The Blacksmith works all day long,
She melts iron with her thoughts,
Her heart hard beats with the flame
Despite the deaf smithy cage.
But something isn't burning right,
Nor a circle gets out bright
No dragon, castles or a perfect sword
Is accepted by the mob,
The Mother's law.
Temerijs watches her young life
Trying to keep the devil away a mile.
He just wants to clear her mind
So her fingers work so tight.
But something isn't burning right
Nor a circle gets out bright
No dragon, castles or a perfect sword
Is accepted by the mob,
The Mother's law.
Keep your tears straight to your eyes
Let the Temerijs guides you tonight
No one can judge your beatin' hammer
A perfect strike, like a drummer.
But something isn't burning right
Nor a circle gets out bright
No dragon, castles or a perfect sword
Is accepted by the mob,
The Mother's law.
Don't you worry to be fool,
Their knees will always crawl,
They are alone and goons.

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