"Listen close, my child, and mark these words well. This isn't just steel we shape, it's a living spell. A secret, old as mountains, real as the iron in your hand. It's whispered from one generation to the next, across this very land. Others pound and sweat, but they'll never truly know, The deep, true way to make the metal grow. This is our legacy, our shield against the night. Remember this oath, and hold its wisdom tight." (Song - Chanted, strong, unified voices, perhaps with the rhythmic clang of hammers or a deep, resonant hum like a forge) Verse 1 Heat and fold, the layers bind, Secrets deep within the mind. No curious eye shall ever see, The hidden strength, for only we. Verse 2 Truth of metal, only we find, Left the others far behind. Strike the core, in silent trust, From common ore, we rise from dust. Verse 3 So stay strong, my son, your journey's just begun, Because the real battle of knowledge has just begun. (Guitar Solo: Fast, chaotic, feedback-laden, short and sharp)
