[The Awakening of the Forge] Deep in the belly of a mountain of old The Master is working in shadows and cold He strikes at the anvil, he bends the dead steel To forge an illusion he swears must be real! He studies the scrolls of legends who bled, Desperate to resurrect Kings that are dead! But a spark cannot catch on a tapestry torn, And a ghost in the armor can never be born! [The Serpent's Watch] He raises a serpent that shifts in the light! To guard the high towers from morning to night. Thirteen bare vessels stand cold in a row... Waiting for breath that the wind will not blow! [The Hollow Crown] Master of the Forge! Ruler of the barren halls! A king of painted armor... Waiting for the sky to fall! You breathe into the iron, But the past holds all the soul! Commander of the ruins... While rust takes its toll! [The March of Dead Iron] (Instrumental) [The Echoing Citadel] He locks up the gates to the citadel walls, Rejecting the strangers, deaf to their calls! "Only the pure and the ancient may stay!" He screams at the heavens, while rotting away. He preaches of legions of flesh and of bone, While sitting in silence and whispering to stone! A perfect reflection of someone else's pain, But washing the blood leaves an invisible stain! [The Serpent's Watch] He raises a serpent that shifts in the light! To guard the high towers from morning to night. Thirteen empty vessels stand cold in a row... Waiting for breath that the wind will not blow! [The Crumbling Empire] Master of the Forge! Trapped inside the barren halls! A king of empty armor... Watching as empires fall! You whisper to the iron, But shadows have no soul! Commander of the ruins... While rust takes its toll! [Symphony of Rust] (Instrumental) [The Mirror's Truth] The pantomime of yesteryear... a puppet on a string. You cannot hear the silence... in the songs you never sing. A flawless imitation... a beautifully crafted lie. Look closely at your monster... There is nothing in its eyes! [The Final Collapse] Master of the Forge! Buried in barren halls! A king of broken armor... Crushed beneath crumbling walls! You gave it to the iron, But the metal has no soul! Commander of nothing! Now rust takes its toll! [Silence of the Anvil] (Outro)
