“Heart of the Anvil” Verse 1 Deep in the mountain, where the daylight dies, Where the stone remembers every hammer’s cry, I was raised by the rhythm of steel on steel, By sparks in the dark and the truth you can feel. My beard smells of smoke, my hands bear the scars, Each mark tells a story of blades and wars, I don’t pray to gold or crowns that gleam— I bow to the forge and the fire between. Chorus Hear the ring of the anvil, the mountain’s song, Steel made honest, steel made strong, In the flame I trust, in the hammer I stand, I shape my pride with a calloused hand. No king’s decree, no god’s command— Just fire, steel, and a dwarf who can. Verse 2 I’ve forged for heroes and villains alike, For paladins sworn and rogues in the night, Each blade I temper, each edge I test, If it leaves my forge, it leaves as my best. Steel’s got a spirit, you learn it with time, When to cool it slow, when to quench just right, Rush it, and it breaks—treat it true, it’ll last, Like stonebound oaths and grudges of the past. Chorus Hear the ring of the anvil, the mountain’s song, Steel made honest, steel made strong, In the flame I trust, in the hammer I stand, I shape my pride with a calloused hand. No king’s decree, no god’s command— Just fire, steel, and a dwarf who can. Bridge Let elves sing soft of leaves and skies, Let humans chase stars that burn out fast, Give me the weight of iron and time, Give me work that’s meant to last. When I’m gone and the halls fall silent and cold, My name will live in the steel I sold. Verse 3 Every sword’s a promise, every shield a vow, To hold when fear asks “will it fail me now?” And if it does, then the blame is mine— That’s the burden of craft, and I bear it with pride. I don’t fear death, I fear poor work left behind, A cracked edge, a flaw I was too blind to find, So I hammer, I test, till the steel rings true, Till it sings like the stone itself knew. Final Chorus Hear the ring of the anvil, the mountain’s song, Steel made honest, steel made strong, In the flame I trust, in the hammer I stand, I shape my pride with a calloused hand. When the world breaks down and empires fall— My steel will stand through it all.
